| Wednesday, 02 June 2021 | Print
Selma Kopic
30th April 2021
I swim on my back and sing an old song:
“Is it nice, is it nice, … my seagull.”
Above me, a flock of tame pigeons flies over the lake in regular formations.
I notice that not everyone is white.
Pigeons of different colours fly together.
The sun is in the west and is very hot,
its rays illuminate the flock
and the colours of the birds change
as the angle changes.
At one point they become all golden.
A beautiful sight.
Their golden wings flicker
and resemble fireflies on a summer night.
The sky is crystal clear,
golden dots flicker above us
and thought is born,
there is enough sky and sun for everyone,
and, under them, we are all equal and,
as such, golden.
ZLATNO JATO
Plivam na leđima i pjevušim staru pjesmu:
”Lipo li je, lipo li je,…moj galebe”.
Iznad mene, jato pitomih golubova
nadlijeće jezero u pravilnim formacijama.
Uočavam da nisu svi bijeli.
Lete zajedno golubovi različitih boja.
Sunce je na zapadu i jako grije,
njegove zrake obasjavaju jato
i boje ptica se mijenjaju kako se mijenja ugao.
U jednom momentu postaju sve zlatne.
Prekrasan prizor.
Njihova zlatna krila trepere
i podsjećaju na svice u ljetnoj noći.
Nebo je kristalno čisto,
zlatne tačkice trepere iznad nas
i misao se rađa,
ima neba i sunca dovoljno za sve
i pod njima svi smo jednaki i,
kao takvi, zlatni.
Posted 3:17 pm | Wednesday, 02 June 2021
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