Dream pillow.. Selma Kopic

I dreamed of you this morning.
We were so close.
We were dancing
in some deserted square.
You whispered in my ear ...
Sometime later,
with your breath still on my neck,
I make coffee and smile.
With you,
my day started nicely.
And that grace held me
until I came out.
Race, fuss, crowd, stress ...
My legs are betraying me ...
Tito dear, will this day
come to an end!
And my little room three by three
is waiting,
one dream pillow
is waiting and calling.
And prayer one,
secret and lasting,
that dreams with you
happen again.

Jastuk za snove

Sanjala sam te jutros.
Bili smo tako blizu.
Plesali
na nekom trgu pustom.
Šaputao si mi na uho...
Nešto kasnije,
s tvojim dahom
još na svome vratu,
kuham kafu i
smješkam se.
S tobom,
lijepo mi poče dan.
I držala me ta milina
sve dok ne izađoh van.
Trka, frka, gužva, stres...
Noge me izdaju...
Tito dragi, hoće li ovaj dan
primaći se kraju!
A moja sobica tri sa tri
čeka,
jedan jastuk za snove
čeka i zove.
I molitva jedna tajna i trajna
da snovi s tobom
se ponove.