Da li o ružnim događajima treba pisati ili ih zaboravljati?
Kao idealista u duši uvežbala sam se da ih zaboravljam. Kroz moj specijalan filter života, odvajam dobre i srećne događaje, a ružne koji ostaju sakupim pa zaboravim. Tako mi život i svet izgledaju skoro savršeni.
Kad kažem da se ne sećam nečeg lošeg, zaista se posle izvesnog vremena ne sećam. Čemu čuvati gorčinu? Kome?
Sećam se kako ti je kosa padala na čelo
i kako si jedan pramen stalno sklanjao.
Kako si se smejao
i nešto govorio
a ja ništa nisam čula.
Samo sam gledala u tvoje oči.
A uopšte se ne sećam zašto se to završilo.
Zaboravila sam.
D A Y S
Should we write about unpleasant moments of our lives or simply forget about them?
As an idealist soul I’ve managed to learn to forget them. Using the special filter of life, I separate good and cheerful memories aside, and the bad ones that left, I try to collect and forget. So my life and the world seem almost perfect.
When I’m saying that I don’t remember something bad, actually, after a while, I do forget it. Why should be keeping all the bitterness? For who?
“I only remember the happy days.”
I remember how your hair was falling on your forehead
and one strand that you were always moving away.
How you were laughing
and telling me something
that I didn’t hear.
I was just looking to your eyes.
And I don’t remember why it ended.
I forgot.
