Letters in the closet of memories
I'd like to find you,
like lost letters,
in the closet of memories
on a dusty shelf full
of unnecessary things,
where as a melancholy old man
I collect everything I loved
and I know it never means
anything to me again.
I wouldn't mind a wrincled page
and a pungent odor of mothballs
because I would think of lavender,
to what was beautiful
but I would be surprised
that I don't understand
what we were thinking
when we wrote
that we love each other.
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Slova u ormaru uspomena
Volio bih da te nađem
kaoizgubljena slova
u ormaru uspomena
na prašnjavoj polici punoj
nepotrebnih stvari,
tamo gdje kao sjetni starac
skupljem sve ono što sam volio
a znam da mi nikad više ništa ne znači..
Ne bi mi smetala zgušvana stranica
i oštar miris na naftalina
jer bih mislio na lavandu,
na ono što je bilo lijepo
ali bih se čudio što ne razumijem
o čemu smo mi razmišljali
kad smo pisali da se volimo.
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