For sale is the only thing the modern world cannot replicate. I offer my raw emotion to anyone willing to feel. In our digital age, technology often replaces genuine human warmth. I choose a different path through my soulful poetry. This title, For Sale, is not about a financial transaction. It is a call for a deep, spiritual exchange of energy. As a highly sensitive person, I feel every pulse of the universe. My heart is not a machine to be programmed. It is a living mineral pulsing under the pressure of reality. The world offers speed and synthetic shine. I offer raw truth and Malachite peace. This poem explores the thin line between the digital and the divine. The price for this insight is very simple. I only ask for your absolute honesty.
Na prodaju
ja sam na prodaju.
da ih svijet ne može podnijeti.
Sve me dotakne —
radost, tuga, osmijeh, suza.
on ima sve osim emocije,
ja imam emociju —
i ništa drugo.
a da mi srce ne drhti,
očiju ne zasuze.
ja sam ovdje.
Cijena? Samo da je iskrena.
À vendre
je suis à vendre.
que le monde ne peut pas les supporter.
Tout me touche —
la joie, la tristesse, le sourire, la larme.
elle a tout sauf l’émotion,
j’ai l’émotion —
et rien d’autre.
sans que mon cœur ne tremble,
sans que mes yeux ne s’embuent.
je suis là.
Le prix ? Juste qu’elle soit sincère.
For Sale
I am for sale.
that the world cannot bear them.
Everything touches me —
joy, sadness, a smile, a tear.
it has everything except emotion,
I have emotion —
and nothing else.
without my heart trembling,
without my eyes tearing up.
I am here.
The price? Just let it be sincere.