Nesib Hodzic
To my love from my first youth
Maybe, not
just maybe, once in a lifetime,
I kissed you
with a handful of ears instead of a kiss,
and by doing
so I touched your untouched face,
beautiful,
honest and shy girls, mommy girls.
It was a
long time ago in a time of primordial beauty,
I felt the
sound of too thin silk, the smoke of purple-floral color,
she like a
flower with fluttering hair, arranged without a haircut
she was
beautiful, she would be envied now, salon-groomed girls.
She was
free, tailored to my wailing sigh,
my dreamy
longings and unfulfilled desires to have her like that,
in reality,
every day, to make me happy, to make me happy, not to grieve,
unfortunately
both my and her time diverged from her and from me.
We are here
after all. We exist and survive in this white world,
me as a
former young man of lustful youthful desires,
overwhelmed
by a life that does not particularly worship or caress anyone,
I stare and
squeal, I make sure that not even a bird is trampled on while driving.
I offer you
now, when all my sunken hopes are,
one kiss
sweet, sweeter than Požega jam,
I can't
bring back the inevitable time that has passed,
ours was,
wandered, found itself and came again.
Just think
how happy I am to lower these letters,
a rebellion
of wrath awakens in me over invincible challenges,
to try to
tame the indomitable self again,
with all my heart
I want to find you in some part of my being!
I'm stepping
into the past of unfulfilled hopes again,
measured
roads of restricted highways.
Thank you
very much, the only and only one, the most merciful God,
yes, you can
communicate in this way via fb!
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