I Opatia again, I say to you That I understand you fear All those nights with the preposition “without” All these meetings marked “plus” All these games “Madden”In which you — as always for an encore And, as usual, itself, samasama say to myself “hold on,” I concede you drugima hour, day, Forever, alas,I read the verses that speak to you on “You” Color of stars? Such a trifle! And will sky — colored shawl And I again all you say is not it But I really need a step forward