Memories.. Selma Kopic

Tonight, my youth is back,
with each verse, images comes up.
Like last spring's breath,
appears thoughts and characters.
And now it's good, I agree,
in my late summer,
because, sometimes,
the years brings something good.
But,
if there were no those sounds
wich always opens the door to the past
and wakes up sighs
from the bottom of the heart,
maybe we would look everywhere
just happy people.
Still, I can't live without them.
And sometimes
it seems to me
that with both hands I embrace
some ancient shadows,
and then, awakened again,
I rush to
all what is around me now.

Uspomene

Večeras mi se mladost vraća,
sa svakim stihom naviru slike.
Kao dah skoro prošlog proljeća,
prolijeću misli i prilike.
I sad je dobro, ne kažem,
u miholjskom ljetu mom,
jer, ponekad, i nešto dobro
donesu godine.
Ali, da nema nota tih
što prošlom uvijek odškrinu vrata
pa uzdahe sa dna srca bude,
možda bismo gledali svuda
samo sretne ljude.
Ipak, ja ne mogu bez njih.
I nekad mi se čini
da sa obje ruke grlim
neke davne sjene,
a onda opet probuđena hrlim
onome što je sad oko mene.