kolmapäev, september 9

täna on ideaalne päev..., today is a perfect day...

suremiseks...
nii nagu iga teinegi päev.
Ja seepärast tundsin erilist rõõmu elamisest.
Ma ei karda surra. Vist sellepärast, et elu on hea olnud. Ja jätkuvalt on.
Ehk elan isegi homme?!
Väljas on endiselt soe, peaaegu nagu august. H ema maal on suve viljad küpsed.
Lamasin täna purdel, päike küttis keha ja tuul jutustas kõrkjates.
Ideaalne päev...

to die...
like any other day.
For that reason I felt a special joy to be alive.
I am not afraid to die. Perhaps, because my life has been good. And still is.
Perhaps I will be alive even tomorrow?!
The air outside is still warm like in August. The fruits of summer are ripe.
Today I was lying on the footbridge; the sun heated my body and wind was whispering in the bulrush.
A perfect day...

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