Jutranji zrak me pomirja in mi prinaša upanje ter tiho misel nate.
CRY 1
First I feel a growing anxiety that starts in my stomach and quickly spreads to my throat, where a tight lump forms. I swallow hard. My lips swell slightly, the blood flow increases to the point where I can feel every beat of my fast beating heart. Then tears well up in my eyes, turning them a bluer shade. As if I had lost control of my features, my eyebrows lower and the corners of my mouth droop. I feel cold, a chill coming from deep inside my chest. My hands tremble. Finally, a single salty tear slides down my cheek. Slowly, like a tiny falling star, it leaves a thin, shining trail; a trail of pain.
JOK 1
Najprej začutim naraščajočo tesnobo, ki izvira iz trebuha in se naglo širi proti grlu, kjer nastane tesen cmok. Težko pogoltnem. Ustnice mi rahlo zatečejo, prekrvavitev se tako poveča, da v njih čutim vsak utrip naglo razbijajočega srca. Nato mi v oči stopijo solze in jih obarvajo v modrejši odtenek. Kot bi izgubila kontrolo nad obraznimi potezami, se mi obrvi spustijo, kotički ust pa povesijo. Zebe me, hlad izvira globoko iz mojih prsi. Roke mi zadrhtijo. Nazadnje mi po licu spolzi ena sama slana solza. Počasi kot droben utrinek, ki za sabo pušča tanko svetlečo sled; sled bolečine.
FRAGRANCY
I take every movement slowly, as if I am afraid that I am so fragile that I will crumble to dust if I move too quickly.
KRHKOST
Vsak gib delam počasi, kot da bi me bilo strah, da sem tako krhka, da se bom ob vsakem prenaglem premiku kar sesula v prah.
SENSE OF SMELL
I've lost my sense of smell and with it a part of you. A few days of Covid and I feel like I don't know you anymore. As if you were moving away from me. Well, you're the one who infected me. But perhaps the lack of perception of my scent is also sowing doubt in you.
VOH
Izgubila sem voh in z njim del tebe. Nekaj dni
covida in se že počutim kot, da te ne poznam več. Kot da se oddaljuješ od mene.
No, saj si me ti okužil. Morda pa pomanjkljivo zaznavanje mojega vonja tudi v
tebi seje dvome.
CYNICISM
Cynicism, like a cold, thin, black liquid that wells up in my heart, slowly washes over my whole body, and in situations like this I just laugh and raise my voice.
CINIZEM
Cinizem me kot hladna redka črna tekočina, ki izvira v srcu, počasi preplavlja po celem telesu in v situacijah kot je ta se kar smejim in povzdigujem glas.
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