Meni se poletje začne s kratkimi rokavi in vonjem po kumarah. Takrat si z nasmeškom, ki se skoooraj dotika ušes, vedno rečem: "No, pa se je končno začelo!" Zdaj se sicer kumare da kupit tut pozimi, tako da si z vonjem lahko lažem že prej, s kratkimi rokavi in frfotajočimi krili pa vseeno ne gre. Zdaj je tukaj oboje že dobrih 14 dni. Z njimi tudi metuljčki in veselje in neizmerna sreča, samo zato ker vse diši, ker je toplo, ker je lepo, ker je sončno, ker so cvetovi in listi eksplodirali in dihajo skupaj z nami, ker je vse videti bolj preprosto, ko v parku ležiš in zreš v modrino, ko se na morju loviš z valovi ali ko na plaži skačeš z baloni. Čudovito je! :D

   James Vincent McMorrow-ove melodije so me skupaj s to turobno nedeljo (katere predhodniki so vsaj že 4 meseci mraza in kronično pomanjkanje sonca) popeljali v neko polmelanholično stanje. Nekako bi se še najbolj poistovetla z Minattijevo: "Odšla sva spet"  Čeprav v tem primeru gre bolj za Odšli smo spet. 

   Saj razumem (s težka), da to je življenje, da ljudje odhajajo in prihajajo. Najverjetneje tudi z nekim namenom. Ampak danes sem bila otroško začudena nad tem. Kako lahko nekdo, ki se skupaj s tabo spreminja iz zrna koruze v kokico, ali nekdo ki je iz enakega odtenka kot ti, nekdo, ki gre s tabo v korak, nekdo s komer sediš za mizo in v nedogled opazuješ ogenj v svečniku, ter brez besed uživaš v ekvilibriumu; v naslednjem trenutku sedi za drugo mizo, v drugem mestu, na drugem kontinentu ali v onstranstvu. To so neke nedokončane pesmi, na pol popisani listi papirja. Filmi, ki se končajo nepričakovano in si moraš konec zamisliti sam. To me iritira. Čeprav včasih vidim še kak milni mehurček, ki se je ohranil in priletel nekako bežno za trenutek mimo. Ampak to so spomini, ki so v bolj nežnih odtenkih, prej živih barv....

...hahaha in ravno je priletel en. Z zvokom, ki ga napravi voda, ko po kamenju odteče nazaj v morje. Ti milni mehurčki rišejo nasmehe :)  To so komadi, komarji :), vonjave, melodije, vibracije. So rože in drevesa, dotiki in pogledi. So peciva in čaji, pa risbe in fotografije, ki te za trenutek tako močno in živo približajo tistemu ekvilibriumu, da lahko z istim občutkom samo obnemelo sediš in uživaš v njem! :)

Pogrešam vas vse kokice in skokice, vsi odtenki s pomenki, vse ličkarije in noskarije.
Tako toplo je, ko pride kak milnat mehurček in mi poči na nosu, pri tem pa me zalije s toplino :)

Poljub :*

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   Softly melodies of James Vincent McMorrow and todays dreary Sunday(whose forerunners are at least 4 months of cold and chronic lack of sun) has taken me in to this half melancholic state. Somehow I could identify myself the most with lyrics"We went away, again"*  from Slovenian Poet Ivan Minatti. 

I understand (hardlly), that this is life. That People come and go. Probably with a reason. But today I was really childishly astonished about it. How can someone, who you were changing with from corn to popcorn, someone who has the same hue as you, someone who is going the same way with you, someone with whom you are speechless sitting at the same table, staring at the fire in the candle and enjoying the equilibrium; very next moment sitting at the other table, in the other city, on the other continent or in the afterlife... This are some unfinished poems, half written stories, movies which end you have to create in your mind. And this irritates me.
Although...sometimes I see a bubble, that has just for a second cross my way. But this are just memories, gentle tones of previously vivid colours....

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hahahha....and one has just cross my way :) With the sound made ​​by a water when under rocks drains back into the ocean. :)
 This bubbles are drawing smiles on my face :) They are songs, mosquitoes :), smells, melodies, vibrations. They are flowers and trees, touches and looks. They are sweets and tea, sketches and photos, that just for a moment approach to that equilibrium, so you can just speechless sit and enjoy it.

I miss you all! :)
It is so warm, when bubbles cross my way and flooded me with warmth, while bursted on my nose :)


Kisses

*This is not an official translation :)