My Woman From Sarajevo* ~ Moja Sarajka Poem by Jankovic Zoran

MY WOMEN FROM SARAJEVO is a special type
which is spilled over the whole world.
Why is MY WOMEN FROM SARAJEVO
writing in capital letters?
Because it did not matter
to her generation what's your name
than what kind of person you are?

Because she sigh at the Hippie bench
for some rascol who was prettier than me
but I was thought I'm beautiful.

Because she was kissing under bad light
in the early spring hours on Wilson promenade
and after that it got a cold and the flu.

Because it's in the crowded Park caffe
drank her first, strong drink,
and after that is vomiting in my shoulder.

Because ate chestnut puree with a fork
in a cake shop named Oloman
just because it was fashionable.

Because she listened to a popular group Indexi
and thus she was proud of whole life,
she hoped their song would come true:
"Morning would change everything."

MY WOMEN FROM SARAJEVO is a special type
which is spilled over the whole world
but the spirit of her city,
spirit of SARAJEVO is not dying;
just some other generations
have some other places to love
and some other MY WOMEN FROM SARAJEVO.


* Sarajevo is capital of Bosnia and Hercegovina
and also my hometown.

8.3.2012.

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MOJA SARAJKA

MOJA SARAJKA je posebna vrsta
koja je prosuta po cijelom svijetu.
Zašto se MOJA SARAJKA piše velikim slovima?
Zato što njenoj generaciji nije bilo važno
kako se zoveš nego kakva si faca.

Zato što je ona uzdisala na Hipi klupi
za nekim papkom koji je bio ljepši od mene
a ja mislio da sam ja najljepši.

Zato što se ljubila pod lošim svjetlom
u rane proljećne sate na Vilsonovom
a posle toga dobila prehladu i gripu.

Zato što je u prepunoj Parkuši
ispijala svoje prvo žestoko piće
a posle povraćala u na mom ramenu.

Zato što je jela kesten pire viljuškom
u slastičarni kod Olomana
samo zato što je to bilo modi.

Zato što je u Fisu slušala Indekse
i time se ponosila čitav život,
i nadala se da Jutro će promjeniti sve.

MOJA SARAJKA je posebna vrsta
koja je prosuta po cijelom svijetu
ali duh njenog grada ne odumire,
samo neke druge generacije
imaju neka druga mjesta za ljubav
i neke druge MOJE SARAJKE.