Don't contact me again
to the address of a warm summer.
I live in dreams
and I sleep on memories.
When I wake up I will feel it
the harsh air of a past life.
Today is the magic age for me,
the sweet autumn of my fantasies.
I order the cruel winter
of my existence: Don't rush,
wait for my new dreams.
I live the Transfiguration today.
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Preobraženje
Nemojte mi se više javljati
na adresu toplog ljeta.
Ja stanujem u snovima
a spavam na uspomenama.
Kad se probudim osjetiću
oštar vazduh prošlog života.
Danas mi stiže čarobno doba,
slatka jesen mojih maštanja.
Poručujem okrutnoj zimi
moga postojanja: Ne žuri,
sačekaj moje nove snove.
Ja danas živim Preobraženje.
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