Stiću sutra do mraka do komšijskog oblaka, pod nji

   The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem... filled... with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. Even losing you... the joking voice, a gesture I love... I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing is not too hard to master though it may look like... Write it!... like disaster.