I am guilty
I am guilty because I believed,
even though I am a non-believer,
that every sentence was true
with which she described herself.
I am guilty for being silent,
when questions should have been asked.
I am guilty because I didn't go,
when I felt redundant
in the story that was ours.
My Barbie
Thoughts are sailing towards her again,
on the river of the past without return,
beautiful moments in the murky hunt,
when a girl like a doll was with me.
The blonde who looks like Barbie
was and remains my inspiration,
I mention her in every story,
because I lost her like Troy the war.
Because I love you
Why did you change,
story of my past?
Why on your table
are alcoholic drinks?
Why did you allow happiness
to pick up its bags?
Why in your life
only defeats count?
Looks like we won't meet...
Yes, I give up...
I won't look for you anymore...
I won't be looking for you on the quay anymore,
hoping to meet you
while you are feeding the swans...
Experience the magic
Don't speak, don't spoil the moment,
I just want to feel your closeness,
let your instinct guide you,
only then will you discover the truth.
Let's make this night unforgettable,
let me ruffle your blonde hair,
let's make love under the sky,
let's give our bodies to the ecstasy of love.
Your scars make you beautiful
Now you are building a path to return to yourself,
while you carry with you the scars of life,
you would not be proud of your past,
if that Golgotha did not make you strong.
Hard times make strong people,
your every defeat is woven in you,
those who judge you would fall much lower,
such can also be exterminated by fear.
I'm leaving again
I'm inquiring about you again,
I'm looking for you along our old paths,
a tear wants to come out of the eye,
but to cry I defend myself.
An old friend tells me about you,
says that with him luck follows you,
that you give him all your love,
and you don't want to know anything about me anymore.
Sladjana
I noticed your face right away,
in a sea of different profiles
that are too similar in their difference.
First a poke, then a message,
then a friend request.
Modern technology in the service of love.
And you...
At the very beginning, cold, calculated, stubborn...
Of course you don't believe in miracles,
and nor in princes...
You are too mature,
life has taught you,
now you know...
The wrong woman at the right time
She was the wrong woman at the right time with the right words,
and I was a man who only has a straight line in his heart,
as a result of all the previous sufferings
and a monument to buried dreams and betrayed loves.
Frivolous, stubborn, illiterate, irritating,
above all irresistible,
she began to bring out the best in me:
the smile showed itself to the world again,
the eyes shone as if they were the closest relatives of the Sun,
the straight line in the heart gained a rhythm,
and dreams resurrect faster than the mythological Phoenix.
In my eyes
If you don't see yourself in my eyes
and they don't tell you that I carry you in my heart,
you can't know how much i love you
and with what fervor I defy reason.
If you don't see sadness in my eyes,
because of every pain that tears your chest,
you can't know how much you mean to me
and that your happiness creates happiness for me.
