Neven Dužević

Southwest of the center


Southwest of the center is my neighborhood
I went to school there and had a start
There was also a cinema there
After the second shift
I had time there
He imagined her and me in the last row
All the movie scenes themselves
But those are old days

More or less, only on the same route
Only the Tram knocks
He only hides his name
What was and is no longer

They still walk there
My dream mates
Boys lost in the years
They are looking for Peter Pan
They talk about drinking
Ribicija and black maca

Southwest from the city center
It's Trešnjevka...