ponedeljek, 20. april 2015

Prva pomlad
The first spring



Ko sem se po teh istih poteh sprehajala v zlati jeseni in beli zimi, sem sanjarila o sveži pomladi. Zdaj je tu, jaz pa še vedno ne dojemam. Čas je zagonetna stvar in nekatere stvari so prevelike za naše omejene zemeljske glave.

When I was walking these same paths in the past golden autumn and white winter, I was daydreaming about fresh spring. Now it is here and I still cannot grasp all that is happening. It is a tricky thing, the time, and some things are just too big for our limited earthy heads.

četrtek, 16. april 2015

Slončki vzvratno



Miro: Kolk časa je pol trajal, da je zaspal?
jaz: Jah, kar neki. Do 50 slončkov sem prišla.
Miro: Uf …


Naslednjega dne:


jaz: Do kolk slončkov si prišel?
Miro: 83.
jaz: Ufff … !
Miro: Sem šel v kontra smer …
jaz: … ?
Miro: 100 malih slončkov se je pozibavalo
        na pajčevini tam pod drevesom.
        Ko so ugotovili, da so pretežki,
        so odvrgli enega slončka.
        99 malih slončkov …


(Modra odeja je bila še moja. Spletli sta mi jo mami ali babi, ne vem točno.)

(The blue blanket was mine. It was knitted by my mum or my grandma, don't know exactly.)

torek, 14. april 2015

Klopca z razgledom
A bench with a view



Tam nekje v gozdni spokojnosti stoji klopca s čudovitim razgledom na Zbiljsko jezero.
Igralcu Poldetu Bibiču so jo postavili sostanovalci bližnjega medvoškega doma upokojencev.

Somewhere in the tranquillity of forest, there is a bench with a wonderful view over Lake Zbilje.
It has been built for one of our late actors, Polde Bibič, while he was living in the nearby retirement home.

ponedeljek, 13. april 2015

Pasje mrcince
Little dog-beasts



Oh, ve pasje mrcince, brez vas bi bil svet precej bolj pust. Na vsakem koraku me spravljate v smeh.

Oh, you little dog beasts, world would be much duller without you. You make me smile at every step.

petek, 10. april 2015

Najlepši nasmeh
The most beautiful smile



Ko ti do konca neprespanemu sem in tja le nekako uspe dnevu ukrasti kake pol urice, da si povrneš moči, pa ne moreš zaspati, ker ti glavo napolnjuje podoba, kako ti obraz zagnanega, mladega življenja vrača nasmeh, najlepši nasmeh.

When you, totally blear-eyed, finally find half an hour to go to bed to recover, and then you cannot fall asleep, because there is the most beautiful tiny little returning smile of the enthusiastic young life lingering in your head.

ponedeljek, 06. april 2015

Zapestnica prijateljstva
A bracelet of friendship



Temule pravim zapestnica prijateljstva in pred kratkim, ko sem šla mimo cvetočega drevesa, sem jo privezala na eno od vej, tako kot mi je razložila draga blogarska prijateljica Rossi, ki mi jo je naredila in poslala.
 

Zares lepa bolgarska tradicija, ki slavi pomlad. [Več o tem si lahko preberete na njenem blogu.]

I call this a bracelet of friendship and when I passed by a blossoming tree a few days ago, I tied it on one of the branches, as my dear blogging friend Rossi, who had made and sent it to me, had explained.
 

It is a beautiful Bulgarian tradition celebrating spring. [You can read more about it on her blog.]

sobota, 04. april 2015

Desetka je padla
The big ten



Zoja, že deset let si naša sreča in radost. Še na mnoga pasja leta!

Zoja, our joy and happiness for ten years already. To many dog years to come!

petek, 03. april 2015

Zasačeni
Caught



Zadnjič smo na sprehodu zasačili moja starša z Zojo, ki sta nabirala regrat.

The other day on our walk, we caught my parents with Zoja,
picking dandelion greens (not Zoja, heh). For this!

sreda, 01. april 2015

Kulturno življenje malega čmrlja
The cultural life of a tiny bumblebee



Ne zgodi se mnogim, kaj še ne mesec dni staremu človečku, da bi mu umetnik posvetil razstavo. Našemu čmrlju jo je, kljub temu, da je vso sinočnjo otvoritev prespal, posvetila njegova teta. Ta lep spomin bomo negovali za večno. Hvala!
 

Do začetka maja vabljeni na ogled!

It does not happen to many people, yet alone to someone not even month old, that an artist dedicates an exhibition to him. It did happen though to our tiny bumblebee yesterday. At the opening, his aunt dedicated him the exhibition of her paintings, even though he slept through the whole event. We will nurture this beautiful memory forever. Thanks!

nedelja, 29. marec 2015

Zelenje
Greenery



Človek že od nekdaj, ne glede na bogove, v katere veruje, kliče pomlad z zelenjem.
No, mi smo jo vabili k sebi na zelo skromen način, a z odprtim srcem.

Regardless the gods he believes in, a man has always been calling spring with greenery.
Well, today we were inviting it in a very modest way, but with open hearts.
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