September 1st has always been the first day of school around here. Therefore this day is especially suitable for going some place else.
My uncle, who has recently retired, says that he was unhappy since his first school day and has only now reached his peace. As a reward he will be able to take me home tomorrow. Instead of school.
Yet here is a girl who is missing school a little, I think. The book of poems for children that she is reading was written by my mom. Here is one translated poem, and here is another. (I did that, and the photos too. Everything instead of school.)
Holidays are over. Back to school for some and torna a casa Lassie for others.
Mina Fina’s drawing after a photo of my mom with our first dog Žak.
Today celebrates my mother. You really should get to know her.
People say that we grow to become our parents, boys grow into fathers, daughters grow into moms. Am I lucky in that regard! This is what awaits me:
In Orvieto
In Il giardino dei tarocchi
In Pienza
She loves bestia, to read and to make others happy (that car race must have been really the last thing she wished to see but it was my birthday).
In Orbetello
In Bagno Vignone
Mom reading Lidija Dimkovska
Mille miglia race
There is much more about her, though. Not only she must be the oldest Slovenian rapper (here in my old, “skater” shirt),
she also writes poems. Here is one from her first collection of poems for children, illustrated by Mina Fina and published in Slovenian:
Kaj delajo fantje v vrtcu by Meta Maksimovič
Tine mi meče drobtine iz bližine, Vito me vleče za kito kadar jem pito. Zvone mi krade bonbone in skriva balone. Samo me suva v ramo, ko se igramo, Rok me spravi v jok ko mi vzame sok. Le Dado ima lepo navado, da nosi mi čokolado.
Illustrated by: Mina Fina
I translated it into English because I would really like for the whole world to enjoy her poems (another one is here, soon the translations will make a book as well). Now it sounds like this:
Fred, you throw pieces of bread
On top of my head
Nate, you’re pulling my braid
When the table is laid
Boon, you hide my cartoon
And blow my balloon
Zak, you push me in the back
When we play in the shack
Sly, you make me cry
When you steal my pie
Just Clyde is so very polite
He gives me chocolate, I bite.
And this is what I could add (hippies, like partisans, will NEVER die out, no matter how others count on old age to do them in):
Maybe it will all really be okay, mom. Imagine that! I’m happy that you like what I did to your poem. Wishing you a happy heart (and many more heart-shaped stones that you collect and can be seen on the top photo), a peaceful soul and calm sea. Happy birthday!
Other 20 poems for children from the collection Present by Meta Maksimovič are being translated and will appear in an ebook with illustrations by Mina Fina. Stay tuned.
The Mexi Movie I. (closed) 