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Kis te gleda

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Oni dan (one dni?) sem eksperimentirala po mitrazturaško.

Kratko poročilo s terena:

  • Detergent za pomivanje posode se obnese odlično, če perilo prej namakaš v hladni vodi. Treba ga je namazati na kritična mesta, še prej je priporočljivo coto ne-navleči nase.
  • Milo za roke, ki naj bi nevtraliziralo vonjave z vaših okončin, pušča vonj na cotah. Oh, sweet sweet irony.
  • Kis deluje le pri gospodinjah iz pravljic. Mogoče pa bi morala perilo dejansko vložiti vanj?

 

O rojstnih dnevih in podobnih hišnih ljubljenčkih

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Bil je in ni ga več, rojstni dan, februar je pač še en takšen mesec, ko rojstni dan pride … in gre. Neumna pričakovanja so že zdavnaj odložena v prašen fascikel pod posteljo, praznovala nisem že od pamtiveka. Razen v najožjem krogu je bil zmeraj v središču pozornosti kdo drug, kakšna druga stvar, čik, čvek, nesramne dolgojezične šale zapakirane v celofan. Do sedaj.

Letos je dan mojega rojstva pridobil status hišnega ljubljenčka. Topel  “vse najboljše zate” dišeč po jutranji hripavosti z nadevom iz objemov, dopoldanski šaljivi “vse najboljše” z bosanskim lustrom v ozadju, pozno popoldanski “vse najboljše zate” v dvigalu in za piko na ž ponovljeni “vse najboljše” ob posebej pripravljeni večerji … če si to ne zasluži statusa hišnega ljubljenčka, potem si ga nič ne. 😀

Ime mu bo…  Nijetam Dan 🙂

Umetnost zgubljanja

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Lepa je. Pesem.

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied.  It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Vir: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212

Grem se (i)zgubit.

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop 
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.