You're Looking For Me ~ Mene Tražiš Poem by Jankovic Zoran

You're looking for me

City by the sea. A country known for my memories.We are young and rambunctious. I'm waking up. It's early, summer morning. You're not next to me. I see the tracks in the sand and follow them on a deserted beach. The shallow ones are short but determined. You didn't rush when you left. They end up in the water. I look worriedly at the desolate, watery endless. Cold water pours on my back:
"You're looking for me? (Suchst für mich? *) "
I am surprised. You smile and with skillful movements, with a soft towel, you wipe my wet back.
        A few days later, when I left, I promised you nothing. You were surprised.
City of Sarajevo. The State of Yugoslavia. We are experienced and reasoning. I'm waking up. It's early, winter morning. I'm reading your, sudden letter. You're telling me I'll never see your footprints in the snow. You know they would be shallow, short and determined because you never hurry when you come. You know they would end up on a wet, just cleaned, asphalt. You know you would be smiling with hot ciabatta under your arm that Ramadan morning when a time of iftar left behind the sun. You know you would say:
"Are you looking for me? (Suchst für mich?) "
You kept your promise and never came. Today, after so many years, I regret that I never promised you anything.
English poet Keats wrote:
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever"
        I, always, pleasantly surprise my memories when I remember you.

* German language

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Mene tražiš

Grad na moru. Država poznata mojim uspomenama.
Mladi smo i razuzdani. Budim se. Rano je ljetno
jutro. Nema te pored mene. Vidim tragove u pijesku i pratim ih na pustoj plaži. Plitki su i kratki a odlučni. Nisi žurila kad si odlazila. Završavaju se u plićaku. Gledam zabrinuto u pusti, vodeni beskraj. Hladna voda me zasu po leđima:
"Mene tražiš. (Suchst für mich.*) "
Iznenađen sam. Nasmijana si i vještim pokretima, mekanim peškirom, brišeš mi mokra leđa.
Nekoliko dana kasnije kad sam odlazio ništa ti nisam obećao. Bila si iznenađena.
Grad Sarajevo. Država Jugoslavija. Iskusni smo
i razložni. Budim se. Rano je zimsko jutro. Čitam tvoje, iznenadno pismo. Pišeš mi da neću nikad vidjeti tvoje tragove u snijegu. Znaš da bi bili plitki, kratki i odlučni jer ti nikad ne žuriš kad dolaziš. Znaš da bi se završavali na mokrom, tek očišćenom, asvaltu. Znaš da bi se pojavila nasmijana sa vrućim somunima ispod ruke, baš tog, ramazanskog jutra dok iftar zamiče iza sunca. Znaš da bi rekla:
Mene tražiš? (Suchst für mich?)
Održala si obećanje i nikad nisi došla. Danas, posle toliko godina, zažalim što ja tebi nisam nikad ništa obećao.
Engleski pjesnik Keats je napisao:
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever"
"Sjećanje na lijepo je radost zauvijek."
Uvijek prijatno iznenadim moja sjećanja kad se tebe sjetim.

* Njemački