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Nema zbilja iskrenih namjera u tajnosti
bez obzira o kojoj se radi vrsti javnosti
tajne su sjene i produžene ruke tame
u kojoj lukavost zloće sjeda na rame.

Istina je kao zraka sunca koja svijetli
pred njom svaka laž pjeva kao pijetli
nema dvostruke igre niti licemjerstva
vodi čelnu poziciju poput premijerstva.

U kojoj su DA i NE sasvim dovoljne
da bi okolnosti života bile povoljne
bez skrivanja koje iziskuju taktike
na veslima kupljene brze romantike.

U kojoj se stil i glamur skupo plaćaju
poslije sa kamatama stostruko vraćaju
sa dušom i zdravljem kao na rasprodaji
kad brzo se stari, nemirno spava u odaji.

Sa usiljenim osmjesima poput vapaja
koji s ničim nemaju nikakvog značaja
osim za sliku kao podsjetnik trenutka
planiranog i scenski poželjnog naputka.

Pa poput pijanstva istina izlazi polako
ni najtajnijoj tajni tada nije nikako lako
ma koliko čovjek talentiran i uigran bio
njegove reakcije rade ono što ne bi htio.

Pa bijeg od sebe i od drugih je izlaz
samo sličnima je dozvoljen prilaz
strogo kontrolirano novo okruženje
zlatni kavez lijevan baš na vrijeme.

Strogo čuvan od ljubavi da ne kuca
ona je jedina kadra naći put do srca
ljubeći vječnu dušu više od svega blaga
pritisnuta, boreći se protiv samog vraga.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

There are truly no honest intentions in secrecyno matter what kind of public eye it may besecrets are shadows and the extended hands of the darkwhere the cunning
of malice leaves its heavy mark.

The truth is like a sunbeam that shines so brightbefore it, every lie crows like cocks at dawn’s lightthere is no double game, no hypocrisy in its faceit holds the leading position, like a prime minister’s place.

Where YES and NO are entirely enough on their ownfor the circumstances of life to be favorably knownwithout the hiding that strategic tactics requireon the
oars of a quick romance, bought by desire.

Where style and glamour are paid for at a high costonly to return later, a hundredfold interest lostwith soul and health put up as if for a clearance salewhen one ages fast, and restless nights in the chamber prevail.

With forced smiles that look just like a cryhaving no real meaning as the days go byexcept for the photo, as a reminder of the stageof a planned and scenically desired instruction on the page.

Then, like a state of drunkenness, the truth slowly creeps outeven the most secret secret is then left in painful doubtno matter how talented and well-rehearsed a man
may behis reactions betray what he
wished no one would see.

So fleeing from oneself and others becomes the only way outonly to similar souls is access allowed, without a doubta strictly controlled, brand new environment is madea golden cage, cast just in time before the colors fade.

Strictly guarded, so that love does not come to knockyet she is the only one able to break the heart’s lockloving the eternal soul more than all the treasures
evil bringspressed down,
fighting against
the devil and his wings.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić