Friday, March 12, 2021

Velimir Siljanoski / Serbia Dodir!


Velimir Siljanoski / Serbia 


Dodir!
Nešto mi govori
potreban ti je dodir
od kojeg ti se srce
igra na slobodi
Šta smo ti i ja
ako smo tela usamljena
baš ovde među zidovima
a zašto bi trpeli glad
Kad je sloboda
naših sličnih pogleda
prepuna divne mašte
koja tačno vodi u san
Imaš me samo za sebe
igraj se kao dete
uživaj u savršenim dodirima
koji u sebi nose dobro bez trunke zla
Gradimo savršen svet ljubavi
začinjen najačom notom strasti
gde imaš prava da obojiš sve
najačim bojama nastalih nijansi
Sve počinje od dodira
tako se prva vatra upalila
i nikad se nije i nikom žalila
a šta je sve u plamenu pravila
Ti najbolje znaš moje pokrete
prati ih na krevetu prepunom svile
tako ćeš još jače osećati dodire
tako nežne a prepune ljubavi silne
Ostaćemo u svetu naše igre
tu je ljubav i ispunjenje
živećemo i osećati uzbuđenje
tu gde ti voliš i ja volim tebe
Velimir Siljanoski
Smederevo+Srbija


Touch! He's telling me something you need a touch from which your heart play at liberty What are you and me if we are bodies lonely right here within the walls and why would they suffer hunger When there is freedom of our similar views full of wonderful imagination which exactly leads to sleep You only have me for yourself play like a child enjoy the perfect touches who carry good in themselves without a shred of evil We are building a perfect world of love spiced with the strongest note of passion where you have the right to color everything the strongest colors of the resulting shades It all starts with touch so the first fire was kindled and she never complained to anyone and what is all in the flames of the rules You know my movements best follow them on a bed full of silk that way you will feel the touches even more strongly so tender and full of love strong We will stay in the world of our game there is love and fulfillment we will live and feel the excitement where you love and I love you

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