Red Ink And A Black Letters ~ Crveno Mastilo I Crna Slova Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Wath is your love?
You love the moon, a noise of the ocean.
When a dawn breaks the moon disappears.
The ocean noise is steady.

Now You pray for the day to go forever.
you're waiting for a moon in which we watched.
And You could just sit on the beach,
drink red wine and listen to the ocean.

The ocean is blue, raw, like its noise,
as a moment of truth that you did not feel.
I was alone and I needed it
outstretched hand just as,
before many years ago, my once heats your.

You dressed your purple moon
and like the petal of jacaranda disappeared
in the dust of eternal changes.
You know to give only what you love,
and you take what you need.

To write in red ink from which it drops
a black letters does not mean love.
A lying hand can write a poem,
but when you Paper Cut must
shoot the tip of a pen into your heart.

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Crveno mastilo i crna slova

Šta je tvoja ljubav?
Voliš mjesec, šum okeana.
Kad svane mjesec nestane,
a šum okeana je stalan.

Sad moliš dan da ode zauvijek
Uzalud čekaš mjesec u koga smo gledali.
A mogla si samo sjediti na plaži,
piti crno vino i slušati okean.

On je plav, surov, kao njegov šum,
kao trenutak istine koga nisi osjetila.
Tada je neko bio sam a trebala si mu
samo pružiti ruke kao on tebi nekada.

Obukla si tvoj ljubačasti mjesec
i kao latica džakarande nestala
u prašini vječite promjene.
Ti znaš da daješ samo ono što voliš,
a uzimaš ono što ti je potrebno.

Pisati crvenim mastilom sa koga
kaplju crna slova ne znači voljeti.
Lažljiva ruka može napisati pjesmu,
ali kad se savije papir moraš
zabiti vrh olovke u svoje srce.