November

Leta 2001 sem staršema

ob njuni obletnici poroke spisala pesem,

ki sem jima jo 6 let kasneje ob isti priložnosti

skupaj z Mirom podarila naslikano na steklu. 

Ker praznujeta novembra,

se mi je ta mesec vedno zdel kot mesec ljubezni,

ko se ljudje najbolj pogosto poročajo - maj.

I wrote a poem for my parents’

wedding anniversary in 2001 and then,

at the same occasion 6 years later,

I painted it on glass. 

And just like the poem says,

for me November is like May.

Because they celebrate their anniversary in November,

I’ve always felt this month as the month of love, May,

in spring, when people usually get married.

Tole pa je praznovanje in nadaljevanje od včeraj.

Ne samo, da je oči naredil to prelepo namizno okrasitev,

presenetil nas je tudi s podstavki za kozarce,

narejenimi s kvadratki, izrezanimi iz

raznobarvnega jesenskega listja in plastificirani;

This is the celebration and the continuation from yesterday.

Not just that my dad did this beautiful table leaves-decoration,

he surprised us also with these tiles to put glasses on.

These little squares are cut out of

colourful autumn leaves and laminated with plastic foil:

Za konec pa še torta, ki jo je naredila sestra.

Je prava mojstrica v izdelavi

tort iz naravnih sestavin,
(sama naredi celo marcipan)
poseben povdarek pa je tudi v okrasitvi;

For the end here’s the cake that my sister made.

She is really good at preparing

cakes with natural ingredients
(she even makes marzipan by herself)
and she puts a lot of efford into decoration: