I Will Tell Them Everthing
If they ask me:
From where you are?
I will say: see,
Here is my star.
If they ask me:
Where are you going?
I will say:
To my home.
But
If anybody asks me:
Why i'm standing here;
I will say:
Why do you care,
This is my place
Under the sun,
Where my body
Makes shadow
To one that will
Never come.
I will tell them everything
(Dedicated to collection of Florie/Translation from Serbian: Tanja Bulovic)
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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