I love the cinnamon taste
in some salty food.
It reminds me of my youth,
to all unfulfilled wishes
and I want to make one
walking around with fond memories.
The cinnamon taste is gentle and mild
and I feel like it's impossible,
someone, an unreal surprise
reminiscent of the first kiss,
at the first touch I had long dreamed of,
to the first love I have not forgotten.
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Ukus cimeta
Volim ukus cimeta
u nekom slanom jelu.
Podsjeća me na mladost,
na sve nedosanjane želje
ipoželim da napravim
šetnju lijepim uspomena.
Ukus cimeta je nježan i blag
a osjećam kao da je to nemoguće,
neko, nestvarno iznenađenje
koje podsjeća na prvi poljubac,
na prvi dodir koga sam dugo sanjao,
na prvu ljubav koju nisam zaboravio.
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