Happiness is when a child first smiles.
Happiness is when a girl is first kissed.
Happiness is all around us.
And all we need is to find it.

I'm happy when it's raining.
I laugh when I'm alone.
I cry when I'm hurt.
And I smile when I'm with you.

stojan
simic
krpica

Posthriscanski
haos

Muz
ne drzi
do
Boga,
zena
ne drzi
do
muza,
deca
ne drze
do
roditelja.

Palabras de piedra,
tiernas y crueles,

El sonido de tu voz,
- tan presuntuoso

Tus expresiones me parecen de mal gusto -
como un río sucio que desemboca
en mi corazón, contaminándome
 
Tantas heridas y
tan poco tiempo

- siempre buscando la cura

I hear a little voice that no one else can hear
So real, I feel the hot air on my neck,
like there's someone whispering in my ear
but they disappear every time I check.

One moment so high, then falling into abyss,
I feel like I'm one card short of a deck
and I can't help but think something is amiss,
because I'm slowly becoming a wreck.

I saw you in the hallway,
looking so bored with life,
a strand of hair in your mouth,
hands playing with the hem of your shirt

I saw you on the street,
you walked right past me
without even saying a word,
lost in your little world of make-believe

I saw you,
but you never saw me…

With ashes in your hair
and rings beneath your eyes
the chill of winter air
Is more than you can bear.
And though you want to speak -
the mind is slow and sick,
the words too weak,
the world too quick
for you to comprehend,
for you to live,
to understand
and see the end...

Cinnamon breath -
sickly sweet,
rhythmic,
never ceasing,
unfaltering precision -

"Asphyxiation by niceness"
I called it –

Emotional cripple,
tired and needy -
It’s hard to be selfless
when your soul hangs
around your neck like a stone,
reminding you of its painful presence
with every attempted step
- and chasing happiness
is like grasping for air…
so close you can taste it on your lips -
yet so unreachable

Won’t someone just call me out on my bullshit?

Out of control,
I’m  a runaway train -
rushing through life recklessly -
and it’s taking its toll.
But how to explain
that which I don’t understand?
Choking on pain
I hold out my hand
in vain,

It is something most precious –
the value ever increasing

If you lose it
you have nothing left at all.

But it cannot be sold,
borrowed or lent …
It won’t buy you a shiny new toy
or pay your rent