Unaired pilot.

I'm not that good in writing poetry. I write the prose of any kind, but, thats another story
However, the inspiration came and... voila! I can't say that this is completed, but, I think it does not sound that bad There are the original version and the english translation. There are some things that I couldn't manage to translate in a proper way, but I hope you don't mind.
Thanks for reading!

Ako neko zna kako da prevede TREPTAJ, neka ostavi komentar! Hvala!


Buđenje
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Sve što nismo bili, sličnosti i razlike
Dve-tri tople reči i mrak u boji masline.
Poričući među nama duhovi da lete
Ostavljaš me na pučini samoće i sete.

A možda...

Prenuću se nekad, sav u snova znoju,
Osetit’ se lepo u svoje kože kroju...
Zvezdanu prašinu zbaciti sa sebe,
Proživeti život, izbrisati tebe.

Ili te izgubiti. Jer, nije ni lako
U vrtlogu zvezda snaći se tek tako.
Belo platno misli i lahor trenutka
Dobauljaše do moga samotnoga kutka.

Starije vino uvek više čari ima,
I retko ga težim deliti sa svima
Dok k’o kapi kišne noć polako pada
Ja u nebo gledam, dišem, čeznem, sada...

Sada, u noći i bez osećanja
Na podu dok blede stara obećanja.
Obećanja sebi od sebe ću sakriti,
Patos treptaja ne želim pokvariti.

A biće i toga. Ja sam samo čovek
Rođen da greši. Tako biće dovek.
Celim bićem svojim dok slutim na promene
Kroz vreme se vraća jedan deo mene.

Juriti ga moram, pa makar ga ubio,
Krivog što nikada život nije ljubio.
Do tada... razgrćem zvezdanu prašinu
I predano mirišem zemaljsku tišinu.


Waking up
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All that we hadn’t been, similarities and contrasts,
A few warm words and olive-colored darkness
Denying there are ghosts flying between us
You’re leaving me at the billow of loneliness and sorrow.

But, maybe...

Once I would startle, in the sweat of dreams,
Feeling good in the cut of my skin...
Overthrow the stardust that covers me,
Live my life, and erase you.

Or lose you. ‘Cause, it’s not that easy
To get a hold in the star vortex
White canvas of thoughts and zephyr of the moment
Groveled to my lonely recess.

The wine that is older has more charms,
And I would rarely share it...
While the night is falling like raindrops
I’m looking at the sky, breathing, longing, now...

Now, in the night, and without the feelings
With old promises fading on the floor.
Promises to myself I will hide from me,
Not wanting to ruin the pathos of the _________

And that will come, too. I’m just a man
Born to blunder. That’s how it’ll be.
While my whole being is sensing the changes,
A part of me is coming back through time.

I must chase it. Kill it, if necessary,
It’s guilty for not being loved by the life.
Till then... I poke the stardust
And, with virtue, smell the Earth’s silence.