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Vida Nenadic

He Wants To Go To London, Too

He follows me
and always
stays around me.

He wants to go to London,
yet he has no passport
nor can I put him in my suitcases.

He wants to go to London, too.
He is from Serbia.
His name is Johnny.
Johnny is my doggy.

Vida Nenadic

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Silent Walk

My life is
my own journey.

The journey, in which
I am waiting for myself

To finally arrive
from all far away distances.

Still, I am happy to hear
my own silent walk

Even more than to look at
the roads on which I traveled.

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Weight of Words

The autumn like this
I am facing for the very first time.

I am writing to you
although I have no address.

My words are like a hunger,
never the same, never with the same weight.

While this autumn
travels with the rain through my heart

I am sending you regard
with the wind, blown off my lips.

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For Years Now

For years now
I have been dreaming about returning home.
For good.

For years now
I have been packing my bags.
in my thoughts.

For years now
I have been going home when I become nostalgic
and to rest from everything.

For years now I have been at home
and I go to London
when I want to bring more life to my life.

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I Am Not Going To Tell You The Name Of The City

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which my steps are still searching for me.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
whose bridges are longer than life.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
under whom even the sky was like a tent.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I learned to start up a new journey as soon as I arrive.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which is never to grow old.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I met the eyes with the color of the sky.

I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I was knocking on my own doors from inside.

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