Woman's Portrait

 I never was a good poet. Though I dreamed about it since ever, my mind just never developed any talent towards it. Maybe that's why I became a translator, to cheer up my pride and partly make my dream come true. There's nothing better than a good poem to translate. 

 Today I'd like to share one poem, probably translated already thousand times, but I believe still touching in every version. The poem of Wisława Szymborska, recently died winner of a Nobel prize. 

Native Tongue of Mind

 There's many things which can happen during a proper morning of Monkey Seduction. But what happened to me today, was definitely too much for my imagination.

 Regarding the nice weather in London recently I was not surprised when I got waken up by a nice sunshine. I opened my eyes and thought, such a nice sunshine is smiling on me through my window, in a Jane Austen style. And then I realize one thing and I got up immediately: I thought it in English. How could it be possible for my very first thought in the morning to be in English, I had no idea. I tried to shake up and desperately remind any other word to describe a window. But I couldn't.. Somehow 'window' seemed to be the only word to describe it and the only one to cross my mind. 'Window'! My mind became an English mind. No matter if my tongue was still doing mistakes, my mind had already switched a language. This morning a window started to be 'window' for me forever. Even when later my mind finally came back to the shape and developed nice thoughts in a language it was tought from my first word, the window was still 'window'. Looking at it now I come to the conclusion that it will always be this way.

The Monkey Seduction Effect

 I spent ages thinking what actually Monkey Seduction is for me. Finally I defined it as a condition between being awake and being tired because of no sleep cause by a permanent disconnection from daydreams. In practice, it's a little bit more creepy. Monkey Seduction is this moment when you're waking up having several more minutes to still stay between waking up and balancing somewhere out in your mind. You don't want to wake up, but at the same time sleeping seems to be a waste of time.

Worldly Savages

 In the middle of a ridiculously freezy winter there are three things which are still hot in London: dreams about Mallorca in summer, Starbucks hot chocolate and Worldly Savages, a London based crazy balkan band.
 The inspiration for this post run through my head when, drawning in homework,  I got totally unable to join any party tonight. Well, the life of freelancer is not easy. But I can still sail for a while into a memory of my last weekend. Exactly a week ago this band killed a whole London with them undeniable sound in Jamboree in Limehouse. The public received not only an amazing concert of really well synchronized musicians (which is worth outlining as the bad has been playing together only for several months) but also an incredible performance from the artists, who really put their hearts into this evening. Public appreciated the vocalist's jokes (even this one about sousage) and touching performance of an exceptionally talented violinist.
 After this spectacular London debut we can only expect another events, and then for sure an international fame! The band has already toured around Serbia and is planning another shows in UK and abroad. Well guys, amazing job! Would say much more, but remembering this great party, growing speechless on the Friday night.