Mašine za mužu / Milking Machines
Written back in April. Was meant to publish at a specific time and...I thought it would never be published. But ohwell, life has its own surprises and some people totally deserve every second year of life spent on them. Hooray! 
Mašine za mužu
Šta ćeš da radiš sa svim tim mlekom,
svim tim mlečno-belim mlekom,
svim tim divnim mlekom?
Šta ćeš da radiš sa svim tim mlekom,
svim tim mlečno belim mlekom,
svim tim divnim mlekom,
sad kad nisi na aparatima za mužu?
To nije mleko ukoliko ga niko ne bude popio.
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Milking Machines
What are you going to do with all that milk,
All that milky-white milk,
All that lovely milk?
What are you going to do with all that milk,
All that milky-white milk,
All that wonderful milk,
Now that you are no longer on the milking machines?
It's not milk if nobody gets to drink it.
Sometimes I wish that I understood other languages. I love poetry and I think there is something beautiful about poetry in a foreign language.
I assume you write in your language then translate, and I suppose the writing loses its charm? 
Either way, I love poetry just as much as you do, but I always go through phases when I write heaps, and phases where I'm just not in the mood. xP