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Jankovic Zoran

Ordinary Advice for an Extraordinary Widow

Shorten your favourite skirt
Four fingers above the knees
And do not put a hem on it

Put on your makeup like a whore
Dye your hair red
And put on your red sandals

Go to the village pub alone
Order the most horrible drink and
Smile at the first man who looks at you

Memories are what
Happened yesterday
Start living again
For you are worth a lot

Every similarity with a character
of a widow I once knew Is intentional.

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Bedtime Song

Who would you could find:

Maybe a month to monitor closely
your every sleepless night,
bring it down shutters and you do not mind
shining light in the dark.

Or sunlight at dawn to
only illuminate your sleeping room.
Turn and continue to sleep.

When you wake up, you see the light at the screen.
A small message that you are eagerly awaiting.
You did not come to understand:
And she has found that.
You read: SONG FOR GOOD NIGHT.

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About You Again, Tanja

I will write a poem about you again
Or it seems so to me
For good music you only need a voice
Janis Joplin - Mercedes Benz
For a good poem you only need words
Your words are like a gentle stream
Vltava - Smetana
Your prose is like a flowing fluid
Adagio - Albinoni
This poem will never have an ending...
For I am a keeper of your memories
Bodyguard - Whitney Houston
I am writing a poem about you again
Or it seems so to me

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Sarajevo, Jugoslavija

How to write a song about Sarajevo.
How can i write a song
when there is no heart?
From where?
From my head can't - tell a lie.
From my hand can't - it's trembling.
From my lungs can't - I have not breath.
From my legs can't - dont now those steps any more.
From my heart can't - becouse is not there.
I am just boat floating around the world.
Ibi cor meum ubi patria mea.
Where is my heart that is my homeland
SARAJEVO, JUGOSLAVIJA

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Alpha

The woman you are.
Would you like to
to be a peacock with a terrible mane,
to be a lion with a view of roe deer,
to be a roe deer with a lion's claws?
Alpha male.

The woman you are.
Would you like to
to be ravishing blond
with cover of superman
or dark-eyed Chikita with
Pancho Villa sombrero?
Alpha male.

The woman you are.
You would like to
to be crying princess
reading my letter,
to be proud holder

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Pjesma o izgubljenim pjesmama

zelim veceras napisati
pjesmu o izgubljenim pjesmama

napisao sam o prirodi
mnogo pjesama
priroda je tu
vidim je
a pjesme su izgubljene

napisao sam o zivotu
mnogo pjesama
zivot je tu pred nama
zivimo ga
a pjesme su izgubljene

napisao sam o ljubavi
mnogo pjesama
ljubav osjecam
dogadja mi se
a pjesme su izgubljene

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Good day, this is music of millions

Do not look for anything faster.
Do not look for anything stronger.
Under the cape of happiness
magical sound carres us.
Sound that carries like the wind
carries desert sand.
Sound which a summer day
brings to an autumn night.
Into dreary autumn
it brings spring breath.
Breath which lifts us
Between the sky and the earth.
Breath which lasts
Like neverendng music.
The music of millions becomes
Our eternal day.
Good day, my dear.
This is Paco de Lucia.
This is Tango Flamenco.

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Good evening, this is music of millions

Do not look for anything farther.
Do not look for anything faster.
Lie gently on my pillow
embroidered with beautiful dreams.
Dreams which the immortal dream.
Dreams with which the enlightened write.
When you wake up you will listen to her
husky, magical voice.
Voice to which the loved ones cry.
Voice to which the lonely rejoice.
It is wonderful when someone
is thinking about you
while the night is falling.
Good evening, my dear.
This is Barbara Streisand.
This is: Woman in Love

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Mate Soul

To find mate soul
Its like asking a dream
to become reality

becouse mate soul is
that what you feel
to someone
the fluid that carries
little butterflies in stomach
sweet drunkennes without alcohol

Mate soul is
when you see reality

sometimes feel that
his mouth stinks
you do not like the same
music every day

to go fishing even

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Raven, Raven

I took my children to the Zoo.
That was in March of 1993
And there was a sharp wind.
We saw a black
Raven who had stories.
'Are you thirsty, Raven? '
They asked him.
He said: 'Raven, Raven.'
'Are you hungry, Raven? '
He said: 'Raven, Raven'
'Do you have a family, Raven? '
I asked.
He said: 'Raven, Raven.'
We came back smiling
My children and I.
The children left.
We remained: sharp wind and me.
We went to my apartment:
My memories and I.
Unbearable loneliness.

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