That's you
When you write a poem like it spills,
in the soul, gold hot liquid from the letters.
But when your spirit starts speaking,
my words as if it were touching
Cold, gold-plated, ironical piece of iron.
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To si ti
Kad napišeš pjesmu kao da se razlije
u duši zlatna vrela tečnost od slova.
Ali kad tvoj duh progovori
moje riječi kao da dodiruje
hladni ironični pozlaćeni komad čelika.
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