Ljubav u doba mentalne kuge/Love in the time of mental plague

Day 3,695, 04:52 • Published in United Arab Emirates United Arab Emirates • by Darkness.

Ljubav u doba mentalne kuge

U novogodišnjoj noći sedela je na tremu kuće, pod vedrim nebom, neuobičajenim za to doba godine. Sama, ali neosećajući se usamljeno (jer zna ona da negde neko njen isto tako noćas zna da ona negde ovako njegova postoji), dugo i uporno gledala je u mesec, svetao i velik. Prebrojavala je zvezde (one na nebu i one u sebi), kao da će se, ako u ponoć sve budu na okupu, nešto spektakularno dogoditi. Sedela je mirno i čekala.

A onda, odjednom, u tom kratkom, "važnom" trenutku, kazaljke u prolazu strasno su se zagrlile, i pred njenim očima jasno se ukazala slika: dvoje srcem nasmejanih, bez lica (jer lica se menjaju kroz prostor i vreme), mislima u zagrljaju (dva života u jednom) dugo iščekivanom. Zatvorila je oči, na trenutak duboko osetivši šta slika nosi, i podigla zahvalno pogled ka nebu. Mesec se otkačio sa svoga mesta na nebeskom plaštu, spustio do njenog lica, poljubio joj čelo, nasmešio se kroz njene kosti i nestao iza oblaka, koji kao da ga je čekao da se iza njega skrije.

U jutro, prvoga dana u novoj godini, pod jastukom skrivena ju je čekala mala, nasmejana zvezda. Uzdahnula je duboko, dok ju je obuzimala nepoznata toplina, i skrila je u grudi. Tako je nikada neće izgubiti, i prepoznaće lako svog nekog, kada se jednom pojavi sa svojom zvezdom u oku. Na kraju, nebo je jedino uvek bilo tu da je daruje - verom u neko lepše i bolje sutra...


-Sabina Embeli

(I hope this is at least a little bit understandable then google translate version - testing, testing 🙂 )


Love in the time of mental plague

In the New Year's Eve, she sat at the porch, under the clear skies, unusual for that time of year. Alone, but not lonely (because she knows that somewhere someone hers, tonight, just like her, knows that somewhere, his, she does exist), she was looking at the moon, bright and great, for a long, long time. She counted stars (those in the sky and those within her), as, at midnight, if they all gather, something spectacular will happen. She sat quietly and waited.

And then suddenly, in that short, "important" moment, the clock hands, passing by, hugged passionately, in front of her there was a clear picture: two with a smiling hearts, with no faces (because the faces change through space and time), with thoughts in embrace (two lives in one) long-awaited. She closed her eyes for a moment, deeply sensing what the image is carrying, and raised her grateful look to the sky. The moon unhooked from his place on the celestial mantle, descended to her face, kissed her forehead, smiled through her bones and disappeared behind the cloud, which seemed to be waiting for him to hide.

In the morning, at the first day of the new year, hiding under the pillow, little, smiling star was waiting for her. She sighed deeply, absorbing the unknown warmth, and hid her in her chest. That way she will never lose her , and she will easily recognize the one when he once appears, with his star in the eye. Eventually, the sky was the only, always there to gift her - belief in a beautiful and better tomorrow ...


- Sabina Embeli