February 15, 2019

Little Red Balloon

[English version is at the bottom]

Skakutala je ispred mene i dodirivala telefonske govorinice jos okacene na zidu u Titovoj ulici u Sarajevu. Saputali smo kako, kao ja, zivi u svom svijetu, a ona kao da je cula, okrenula se i rekla: “Ispalo ti je nesto…” Ali vec sam ja skontala tu malu dusicu, karakter i srculence koje cezne za paznjom. “A nije nista ispalo, samo se zezas…ali evo ti baloncic.”

Baloncic sam ja prethodno dobila od jedne druge djevojcice koja je bila s prijateljicama. Sve su nosile po balon iza kojih su se sakrivale kada sam ih fotkala, a onda se jedna djevojcica zaustavila i rekla: “A evo vama balon. I otrcala je.” Uljepsala mi je dan.

Znala sam da cu i ja baloncic pokloniti nekome, ali nisam tacno znala kome sve dok nisam ugledala ovo malo cudo sto skakuce. Kada sam joj dala crveni baloncic, istovremeno je skinula kapu s glave iako je sitna kisa padala. Pocela je od radosti da plese. A onda je sjela ispod nekog ulaza i rekla: “Mozes li se skloniti od kise i sacekati da ti nacrtam srce?”

Dok je crtala, vjetar je otpuhao balon koji sam joj poklonila….Nismo trcale da ga spasimo, zivjele smo u tom trenutku u kojem je ona crtala, a ja nju fotkala. A zatim dolazi starac i kaze: “Izvoli svoj balon.”

Djevojcica je ostala vani, a mi smo otisli u restoran u kojem su neki ljudi pored bili tako bucni, da su mi uistinu smetali. Zeljela sam da idem sto prije jer nisam htjela da ista pokvari moju srecu, moju zaljubljenost u zivot, u duse koje tako nesebicno daju svoje srce strancima. I najzad, izlazim iz restorana, kad ono malo cudesno stvorenje! Ono je doskakutalo do restorana, sjedi, a balnon u klupi pored nje. Kao da je znala da treba da se opet pojavi i da me podsjeti na srecu! Kako zivot zna biti lijep! I zato, sretan vam zivot prijatelji!

February 14, 2016.

She was jumping in front of me, touching every phone booth on the wall in Tito’s street in Sarajevo. Quietly, my friend and I joked how she lives in her own world, just like I do. Then she turned around and said, “You dropped something..” But I have already figured this little soul, her character and a heart yearning for affection. “We didn’t drop anything, but here, take this balloon.”

This balloon I previously received from another young girl who was with a group of friends. Each one of them carried a balloon, and hid behind them when I took their photo. But when they passed by me, the one girl said, “Here, you have a balloon too. Then she ran off.” She made my day.

I knew I’d give the balloon to someone else, I just didn’t know who that would be just yet, until this little heart started hoppin’ in front of me. The moment I gave her the red balloon, she removed her hat, and despite the rain, she started dancing! Then she sat down on the side of a road, and said, “Can you hide from the rain, and wait until I draw you a heart?”

Then the wind blew the balloon. But we didn’t chase it, we lived in the moment in which she drew, and I was photographing her. Then, an elderly man arrived, and said, “Here is your balloon.”

I took one more photo of her, and went to the restaurant. At the restaurant the people at the nearby table were loud, and I was thinking how I did not want to let anything ruin my happiness, my love for life, and the fact that I fall in love with spirits that so selflessly give their hearts to strangers. But I couldn’t wait to leave. Then, as I was walking out, I saw the red balloon on a chair. This little charm hopped all the way to the restaurant too, and as if she appeared just to remind me of happiness again. And how beautiful life can be!

written by d1j4n4 - Posted in Writings

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