Our Koshava - Nasa Kosava

       Our Koshava - Nasa Kosava

   
     Our Koshava howling, whistling and I don't know when she will finally learn some normal, beautiful, melodic song. But that she is - rough, strong, cold. It was so beautiful for weekend when we have the white city. To the soul, it didn't last long but with that, snow fairytale opened its first page this season. Now, there are only dirtily white vestiges in some places on the roofs but the wind sweeps it and carries through the air somewhere, who knows where. Trees waves with theirs countless bare hands and crying out for a nice green clothes that somewhere in space and time lost, but at last it has opened a "window on the world" for me and finally I can see a bit more of green leaves. I can see, I can see. Finally. The lighted windows of neighboring buildings are cheerful laughing at me, streetlights greet me, and passers-by with their heads bowed, hiding from the wind kill the monotony of static.

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     Nasa Kosava zavija, fijuce ne znam kada ce konacno nauciti neku normalnu pesmu, lepu, melodicnu. Ali takva je ona gruba, jaka hladna. Bilo nam je lepo za vikend kada se zabeleo nas grad. Do duse nije dugo trajalo, ali snezna bajka je otvorila svoju prvu stranu ove sezone. Sada ima samo prljvih belih tragova na krovovima i to po negde ali ih vetar brise i nosi kroz vazduh negde neznano gde. Drvece mase svojim bezbrojnim golim rukama i vapi za lepom zelenom odecom koju je negde u vremenu i prostoru izgubilo, ali je zato meni otvorilo "prozor u svet" i konacno mogu da vidim i nesto malo vise od zelenog lisca. Veselo mi se smeju osvetljeni prozori sa susednih zgrada, pozdravljaju me ulicne svetiljke, a prolaznici pognutih glava, krijuci se od vetra ubijaju monotoniju staticnosti.

By DeeDee