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Lorina Popi, Vršac

Lorina Popi, Vršac, R Srbija

Lorina Popi  rođena 1980. godine u Vršcu. Studirala je Španski jezik i književnost i Rumunski jezik i književnost na Filološkom Fakultetu u Beogradu. Napisala je dva romana: « Sama protiv danguba » i « O budućim ljudima ».

 

OSTANI KOD KUĆE

 

Ostani kod kuće

I ovako vlada muk.

Ostani kod kuće

Nisi sam, nemaš kud.

Ulice su prazne

I dan je tako dug

U tišini svetla se gase

Koliko li će da traje ovakav put?

Bojiš se, zaboravićeš lica draga

I pitaš se stalno:

Kakav se život odvija iza ovih zidina

Ali odgovor znaš: vani ničega nema

Osama i strah svuda vlada

Strah pre svega za voljene naše

Tako je kad neprijatelj života iz senke nevidljivo vreba

Ostani kod kuće

Možeš da kreriaš svašta nešto

Piši, čitaj, crtaj,pevaj

Pa, i nije tako strašno!

Ostani kod kuće

Shvati, život je sada tako krh

Ostani kod kuće

Da pobedimo bolest i smrt!

 

 

SVETLOST U SIVILU

Sela je na krevet u svojoj sobi. Gledala je u prazno. Bila je okružena stvarima koje su je nekada veselile, nekada čak i oduševljavale, toliko bi ih razmeštala i nameštala, lickala i ukrašavala. Nekada joj je stalo…

Znala je da nikome nije lako. Ova kriza je obuhvatila ceo  svet ali nikome nije teško kao što je njoj. Toliko planova, toliko ideja i želja! Sada su sve one beživotno skupljale prašinu u njenoj glavi i neizmerno su joj tištale dušu.

„Čemu? Čemu sav trud? Svo učenje?“ Svuda je nailazila samo na zatvorena vrata, na neljudskost, na ljude koji nisu hteli ni da je saslušaju. A htela je da učini ovaj svet lepšim. Kako mogu da ne razumeju, kako mogu da ne cene to!

U sobu je ušao njen komšija. Ne, naravno da nije htela da razgovara sa njim. Možda se malo i bojala. Oduvek joj se činilo da ovaj vitalni osamdesetogodišnjak može da joj čita misli, da ima nečeg proročkog u njemu. Ali, kakvo olakšanje i razočarenje: pričao joj je o teškoćama njegove porodice, o crnim vremenima. Ne, ne, očigledno je: sada ljudi gledaju samo sebe, misle samo na sebe. Ali mora da se kontroliše.  Mora da se pretvara. Čak je uspela i da se našali!

Starčić ju je uhvatio za ruku i, nevezano za ono što su malopre razgovarali, rekao joj je:

  • Znaš, svaki sanjar nosi na svojim plećima i veliku odgovornost prema svojim snovima i idejama. On mora da se bori za njih! Ako voli ljude kojima je namenio svoje snove i ako je svestan da su snovi dobri ne smeju da ga zaustave prepreke, pa makar i sto prepreka i nedaća. Ne dopusti da crna vremena ubiju tvoje snove, jer si, u stvari, ti ta koja ih ubijaš. Idi i nastavi da se boriš!

Savelikim čuđenjemjegledalaustarcaislušala štagovorii, prviputposledugovremenasezaistanasmejala.

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Lorina Popi, Vrsac, R Serbia

 

Lorina Popi was born in 1980 in Vrsac. She studied Spanish language and literature and Romanian language and literature at the Faculty of Philology in Belgrade. She has written two novels: « Against the Dangubs » and « On Future People. »

 

STAY AT THE HOUSE

 

Stay home

And this is how torment reigns.

Stay home

You are not alone, you have nowhere to go.

The streets are empty

And the day is so long

In silence, the lights go out

How long will this trip take?

You are afraid, you will forget the faces dear

And you ask yourself constantly:

What kind of life is going on behind these walls

But you know the answer: there’s nothing out there

Loneliness and fear reign everywhere

Fear above all for our loved ones

This is when the enemy of life out of the shadows lurks invisibly

Stay home

You can create anything

Write, read, draw, sing

Well, not so scary!

Stay home

Understand, life is so fragile now

Stay home

To defeat disease and death!

 

LIGHT IN GRAY

She sat down on the bed in her room. She stared blankly. She was surrounded by things that used to make her happy, sometimes even delighted, so she would arrange and decorate, decorate and decorate so much. She used to care …

She knew it wasn’t easy for anyone. This crisis has swept the whole world, but it is not difficult for anyone like her. So many plans, so many ideas and wishes! Now all of them were collecting the dust in her head lifelessly and imprinting her soul immeasurably.

“Why? Why all the effort? All her teaching? ”Everywhere she came only with closed doors, inhumanity, people who did not want to listen to her. And she wanted to make this world more beautiful. How can they not understand, how can they not appreciate it!

Her neighbor entered the room. No, of course she didn’t want to talk to him. Maybe she was a little scared. It had always seemed to her that this vital eighty-year-old could read her mind, that there was something prophetic about him. But what a relief and disappointment: he told her about the hardships of his family, about the black times. No, no, it’s obvious: now people only look at themselves, think only of themselves. But it has to be controlled. He has to pretend. She even managed to joke!

The old man grabbed her arm and, irrespective of what they had just said, had told her:

– You know, every dreamer carries on their shoulders a great responsibility for their dreams and ideas. He has to fight for them! If he loves the people to whom he dreams his dreams, and if he is aware that dreams are good, he must not be stopped by obstacles, even at least a hundred obstacles and adversities. Don’t let black times kill your dreams, because, in fact, you are the one killing them. Go and keep fighting!

With great amazement, she looked at the old man listening to the talk, first after a while she laughed.

 

 

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