Moja majka hekla

Moja majka hekla


Moja majka hekla i kaže:

"Starost je samo velika zima,

Starost je samo velika samoća."

Iz njenih prstiju izleću

Ptice,

Cvetovi,

Šare,

Njeni prsti lepršaju u vazduhu

Kao leptirovi

Koji ne mogu da polete.

Moja majka je devojčica,

Vidim je kako trči

Kroz sunčanu izmaglicu,

Niz cvetnu livadu,

Od sunčane izmaglice među prstima

Plete sebi devojačku spremu.

Eno je u beloj venčanici,

Vidim devojčicu juri svoj san,

San je sve veći

A polje je sve manje.

Klupko se odmotava.

Moja majka će se uskoro udati.

My Mother Is Crocheting

My mother is crocheting and says:

"The old age is only a great winter,

The old age is only a great loneliness."

From her fingers

Birds are flying out ,

Flowers,

Ornaments,

Her fingers are fluttering in the air

Like butterflies

Which cannot take off.

My mother is a little girl

I see her running

Through the sunny haze,

Down a florid meadow,

From the sunny haze between the fingers

She is knitting herself the girl's trousseau.

Here she is in a white wedding dress,

I see the little girl chasing her dream,

The dream is ever larger

And the field is ever smaller.

Hank is unwinding.

My mother will  marry soon.

(Translated by Slobodan Cekić)
  Za Meju ♥