I will only regret that
I did not have the opportunity,
to tell you every letter
written in your face.
Your arrogant vanity, ,
a love well from which drink miraculous water
only those that you admire,
it would be shaken from a false pain
and the grief that you lose another,
favorite toy with a human face.
You would wave the floor
and cry like a spoiled child,
and I would talk about everything
that I have been waiting for years.
It would take a long time,
and then I would go forever.
You would be silent
for a shaggy face from a false pain,
then wiped your face with asleeve;
you would smile and you would go
for a new toy with a beloved figure.
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Igračka sa voljenim likom
Biće mi žao jedino što nisam imao priliku,
da ti svako napisano slovo, kažem u lice.
Tvoja nadmena sujeta,
ljubavni bunar iz koga piju čudesnu vodu
samo oni koji se tebi dive,
bila bi skamenjana od lažnog bola
i žalosti što gubiš još jednu,
omiljenu igračku sa čovjekovim likom.
Valjala bi se podu i plakala kao razmaženo dijete,
a ja bih pričao o svemu što ćutim godinama.
I trajalo bi to dugo, a onda bih otišao zauvijek.
Ti bi skamenjog lica od lažnog bola ćutala,
zatim bi rukavom obrisala lice; nasmijala bi se
i otišla po novu igračku sa čovjekovim likom.
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