Unusual Visit To Sarajevo ~ Neobična Posjeta Sarajevu Poem by Jankovic Zoran

After a very dense, red wine:

You look at me like Trebevic Hill to the city of Sarajevo.
You're talking as if you were born in Hollyday In.
You scent like you're are the aunt of Koko Chanel.
You're walking like your're a auntie of Grace Kelly.
You kissed me as a retired municipal whore.

In the morning when we woke up
I kissed my finger swingingly
and I put it on your lips.
You laughed and said, "Movie: Casablanca."
I nodded and said:
"Yes, Casablanca, Bosnia and Herzegovina."

That morning I left Sarajevo
with bitterness in the stomach and soul,
a bit of red wine and a bit of my role
in the black and white movie of your life.

06/09/2014

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Neobična posjeta Sarajevu

Posle mnogo gustog, crnog vina:

Gledaš me kao Trebević na Sarajevo.
Pričaš kao da si se rodila u Holidej In-u.
Mirišeš kao da ti Koko Šanel tetka.
Koračaš kao da ti je Grejs Keli ujna.
Ljubiš se kao opštinska kurva u penziji.

Ujutro kad smo se probudili
mamurno poljubih moj prst
i prislonih ga na tvoje usne.
Nasmijala si se i rekla: "Film: Kazablanka."
Klimnuo sam glavom i rekao:
"Da, Kazablanka, Bosna i Hercegovina."

Tog jutra sam otišao iz Sarajeva
sa gorčinom u stomaku i duši,
pomalo od crnog gustog vina,
a pomalo zbog moje uloge
u crnobijelom filmu