Small is my Life
Outside the frame
Small is my name
Small is my fate
I almost thought it was too late
Wish I could gather up and yell
Wish I could tell
But I shall wait
For it's too early
Just too early
To translate
posted by Fouad at 12:53 AM
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Leave us alone they said, don't interrupt our dream
I stepped back, not wanting to interrupt anymore.
The thing that bothers me about this scheme
is that what was, becomes a lore
and ceases to be real,
forevermore.
zivot je mali kofer i pored njega gomila stvari. koliko god da spakujes, naguras i ucuskas, uvek nesto pretekne, a to nesto, vazda izgleda najvaznije. zato, valja ponekad setiti se: sto prazniji kofer, to se lakse nosi. (n.neskovic - MALI KOFER)
too late to translate?
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