Scena / The Scene
NIJE RUŽA, NEGO MASLAČAK Mi često sanjamo magične ružičnjake tamo neg- de iza horizonta umesto da uživamo u cveću koje sva- kog dana cveta pod našim prozorima. O ružama je milion stihova otpevano, mnogi su se pesnici divi- li njihovim mirisnim laticama, ali je, priznaćete, naj- draža ona sa Egziperijeve planete. Mali Princ svojoj ruži kaže da će je voleti čak i kad uvene i ostali pre- stanu da joj se dive. Tako ruža ima ljubav i kad vi- še ne miriše. A šta je s maslačkom? Pa njega i, kad je u punom žutom cvatu, gazimo i ne primećujemo. Ima ga svu- da, pa nam nije poseban? Pa zar to ne govori o snazi vrednoj divljenja? Njegova žuta glavica često provi- ruje i dok se sneg još nije sasvim otopio, a boja sun- ca poručuje da je stiglo proleće. A, znate, maslačak se proslavio i kao lek. Koren, stabljika i cvet prave su riznice zdravlja, što su naši stari znali mnogo pre nas. Na kraju, ako se malo zamislite, setićete se i da nam je maslačak bio jedan od prvih ljubavnih save- znika. Bilo da smo brali buketiće da ih poklonimo ma- mama, bilo da smo plele venčiće da ukrasimo svoju kosicu. Ili da smo ga, kad mu prođe vreme i posedi sav, duvali zamišljajući želju. Obično neku ljubavnu…
IT’S NOT A ROSE, BUT A DANDELION
We often dream of magical rose beds out there some- where beyond the horizon, instead of enjoying the flowers that bloom every day under our windows. A million vers- es have been sung about roses, many poets have admired their fragrant petals, but, you must admit, the dearest is the one from Saint-Exupéry’s planet. The Little Prince tells his rose that he will love her even when she wilts, and others stop admiring her. And so, the rose is loved even when she no longer has a scent. And what about the dandelion? Well, even when it’s in full yellow bloom we tread on it and don’t notice. It’s everywhere, so we don’t find it special? But does that not testify to a power worthy of admiration? It’s yellow head often peaks through even before the snow has melted com- pletely, with the colour of the sun announcing spring’s ar- rival. And, you know, the dandelion is also celebrated as a medicine. The root, stem and flower are genuine trea- sures of health, which our ancestors knew long before us. In the end, if you consider a little, you will recall that the dandelion was one of our first allies in love, wheth- er we picked bouquets to give to our mothers, or plaited wreaths to decorate our hair, or, when its time passed and it turned completely grey, we blew its seeds as we thought of a wish... usually one related to love...
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