Summer storms around Johannesburg
I remember:
Her thoughts are unstable,
always different
like african, summer storms.
We know where they come from,
but we don't know if they will
bring fresh air
or will do us harm.
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Ljetne oluje oko Johanesburga
Sjećam se:
Njene misli su nestalne,
uvijek drugačije
kao afričke, ljetne oluje.
Znamo odakle dolaze,
ali ne znamo da li će
donijeti svijež vazduh
ili će nas povrijediti.
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I would like to translate this poem
our thoughts on the back of mind horse running, running stormy running kick the all thunder over the sky running, it running ...................