When you see someone holding
outstretched hand in front of the supermarket
why do you immediately think he's a beggar?
Maybe it's the internet homeless guy from FB
who recognized you by a wonderful smile.
Maybe he wanted to feel your warmth.
Maybe he knew you were a heartless hunter
to the homeless from the internet;
maybe he knew you loved that unusual sport
whom you call with a strange name: Love.
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Ljubav na internetu
Zašto, kad vidiš da neko drži
ispruženu ruku ispred supermarketa,
odmah pomisliš da je prosjak?
Možda je to internet beskućnik sa FB-a
koji te je prepoznao po osmijehu.
Možda je htio da osjeti tvoju toplotu
a znao je da si ti bezosjećajni lovac
na beskućnike sa interneta;
znao je da ti voliš taj neobični sport
koga nazivaš čudnim imenom: Ljubav.
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