“When You Stay Alone” is a collection of poetry by the author Zera Princ that speaks of love, loss, life, people and the world around us – of what brings us together, separates us, hurts us, ennobles us and changes us.
In this section, you can read all the poems from the collection.
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When You Stay Alone
When you stay alone,
when you close your eyes, tired of the world,
when the stars don’t grant your wishes,
when the rainbow loses its colors,
when Sisyphus's stone heads down the hill.
When you stay alone,
when the wishing fountain one day fails,
when the princess in your heart falls asleep,
when you ask yourself where youth goes,
when there is no Noah’s Ark to save you.
Will I ever...
Will I ever pour my feelings into words,
write a poem and place you in its every verse,
without diminishing your role in my life
and my happiness with you in the days that have passed?
You came along in the twilight of my wishes and dreams,
when hopes began to sink with me,
you gave me a chance for a new love and a beginning,
with you I feel as if I am on a throne.
On a Deserted Beach
Here, on this deserted beach,
is our refuge from the intrusive world,
here, you give yourself to me tonight,
while the stars smile at us
and the sea waves are already well into performing
their overture at the concert
staged just for us.
Say “Goodbye”
Suitcases full, a taxi in front of the door,
you check if everything is there,
the night before, we didn’t sleep a wink,
we talked about our parting.
You go to the one who pulled you to himself,
with kisses from the heart erased me,
at night he turned stars into pearls for you,
returned the feeling of being desired as a woman.
Zanela
Zanela,
you are love’s synonym,
the most beautiful rose in the garden,
you are the reason for my existence,
the muse of my poetic imagination.
Zanela,
you are an oasis in the desert of love,
a fruit from the forbidden garden,
you are the breath of life in hell,
without you love is dead.
A Dream of the Past
The sky was strewn with stars,
love and peace reigned in my soul,
your head was in my arms,
my hand in your hair,
and my gaze was lost in your beauty.
You were the embodiment of what I longed for,
the dream of all my youth,
and you were in my arms,
my happiness, my love and my whole world,
that warm July starry night,
when you kissed me for the first time.
Sometimes in Autumn
Sometimes in Autumn,
when the day grows shorter than the night,
I remember a love story
where a man in love remains alone.
When the withered leaves fall
and bury the paths of our love,
I remember the place in the park,
where lips met lips in a kiss.
Nevena
What to say, Nevena?
I fell in love with you because of the little things
that are big when it comes to love:
because of your tight embrace around my neck,
that later even gives me a headache;
because of your gaze like a scanner
with which you absorbed me;
because of your childish behavior
and that: "Well, look who came to me?";
because of your sad look,
when you came back from work early,
while I was out walking, and I had the key with me,
and what you said when I arrived:
"My friend, I’ve been waiting like a dog";
because of your anger at me
because I didn’t call you at 5 in the morning
when I headed to the set;
because even though you were cold,
that evening on the bench at Kalemegdan
you didn’t want us to go to my apartment,
because the evening was so romantic...
A Secret Love
You're a well-known beauty
everyone wants you,
but no one knows
that you are mine.
We meet in secret
so that no one catches on
that your mother will
call mine her son-in-law’s mother.
A Grain of Courage
Everyone has their unfulfilled dreams,
and everyone has, at some point, suffered for someone,
fought their feelings with the truth,
once stopped by the club of the abandoned.
I remember how madly in love I was,
wrote poems about her and dreamed of her at night,
but as she said, I was not made for her,
she wanted to give someone else a chance.
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