You cry in vain
on purple pilow.
Tears are just the water,
frenetic underground river
that rises from a soul,
appears in the eye
seeking serenity for the body.
Don't try to find from tears
a cure for your conscience.
Belated justification, a spite
and arrogance are a wells
from your spirit that
born the unrest.
So when your eyes shine,
cry in front of the mirror
while your tears
sliding down your cheeks.
Cry to see yourself.
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Plači da vidiš sebe
Uzalud plačeš na
ljubičastom jastuku.
Suze su samo voda,
burna ponornica
koja izvire iz duše,
pojavljuje se u oku
tražeći tijelu spokoj.
Nemoj tražiti od suza
da nađu lijek tvojoj savjesti.
Zakašnjelo opravdanje,
inat, drskost su izvori
tvoje duše koji rađaju nemir.
I zato kad ti zasijaju oči
plači pred ogledalom
da ti suze klize niz obraze.
Plači da vidiš sebe.
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