“It doesn’t make me crazy if i talk to myself,
I am simply in a relationship with my words.
Maybe i ate delicious cookie,and trying not to tempt myself to step on the scale as a painful proof of it.
So i’ll burn extra calories talking it out loud , cos i do not have to schedule time for it,
Words are always available for me .
the words are most important and precious posesion of mine.”
So happy i still understand this great language . Its very nice.
I am having the most fun conversation with my double language pal, key board, again.
The words of my own language poured out of me ,knowing that very few people would understand it.
So i happily typed my sentence , that happen to have meaning of my dreamy sad side of inspiration,
and next i know i was bursting in laughter . The translation i got was literary the most silliest nonsense of a day.
My poem turned into bunch of hard truth reflection in trying to have order ,or reason of words.
In the end ,i wrote about delicious cookie i had with my first coffee.
We do not need a reason, just a pure inspiration as simple as this silly game with my pal, key board.
How many of you, sad people,
wasting your days,
and wondering who did she smile at?
How does that feeling of running away from yourselves last that long?
Why don’t you, big head, your fake concern,
turn in your pity,
and seek for help?
Don’t you have tiring job to do ,
instead hurtful words to say?
Why don’t you see that those open mouths
could get a bit wider and bite you back?
You’re the same!
Oh, she knows you all!
Haven’t you heard that she still smiles?
and the path of her life brightens with sunrise?
Haven’t you changed colors in your faces ,
“In your sky blue eyes is motivation to rise up,
and never know , what an ordinary, boring day is like.
In your wonderland avenue of the games,
in spelling little words and showing off that you learned two more today.
My silky voice of the symphony,
My irresistible color of daylights”
in never ending memories of my youth
I walk strong and happy,
through the adult world.
The strange and bitter people i do not fear”
“Ponovo kisa jesenja ,
splice vidike zelja,
i pokosen vjetar pijano luta u kosi.
Ja sve sto imam ,
u tvojoj protice krvi,
i sto pozelim ,
tvoja ljubav mi nosi “
“Love story written by the youth,
sang the melody of my heart.
Hidden shades with your name, and the redness of the sky on my lips.
He smiled at me quietly,
reading all my secrets under my eyes”
“I would pull down the stars slowly,
each of them -my very own sonnet.
I would just write this simple lyric
and give him the heart of a poet”
” Ja bih da zvijezde skinem polako,
nespretnom rukom obrisem boli,
Ja bih da napisem stihove proste
i on da kaze :pjesnik me voli .”
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