House For Sale ~ Kuća Na Prodaju Poem by Jankovic Zoran

Our house was for sale.
Many customers visited her
and you just smiled.
Its price was not important
but only the way in which
a customers are watching you
You enjoyed immensely
for their avid views.

You did not know
that when you sold the house
you sold a part of love.
Used love does not cost.
They just stayed with you:
Hungry views of a customers
for a love of interest,
naked walls of loneliness,
abandoned overgrown garden
in a weed of memories.

I do not care.
You are my homeland
whom I don't have,
my traveling house.

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Kuća na prodaju

Naša kuća je bila na prodaju.
Obilazili su je mnogi kupci
a ti si se samo smješkala.
Nije ti bila važna cijena
nego samo način na koji
su te kupci gledali.
Uživala si u njihovim
pogledima beskrajno.

Nisi znala da kad prodaš kuću
prodala si i dio ljubavi.
Polovna ljubav nema cijenu
i zato su ti ostali samo
pogledi kupaca ljubavi,
goli zidovi samoće,
napuštena bašta zarasla
u korov uspomena.

Meni je svejedno.
Ti si domovina koju nemam,
moja kuća putujuća.