Happy birthday, Metka cvetka!

• Manja Maksimovič

Today celebrates my mother and in a week I will be finally able to hug her! Auguri, na zdravje, and may your birthday be as happy as mine, 50 years ago.

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First the soundtrack: a cover that you will enjoy, I’m certain. It’s just in the style you like. So what if they are wrong by ten years. You’re not showing those 54, that’s for sure.

Next, a little multilingual poem that I wrote last night (since I sent it to you, two mistakes have been corrected – my Spanish is rusty):

Ker vemo, da si samo ena, mama,
we must take good care of you, momma,
e dobbiamo farti felice, mamma,
weil se gibt nur eine, Oma
(tut mir leid – Mutti),
il faut cultiver notre jardin
y hacer feliz a nuestra madre!

And now let’s see what our past year was like.

  • Where are you going?
  • While your brother had to shop in Grosseto on the hottest day of last year…
  • …the fields of Tuscany were waiting for you to pick flowers for the ikebana.
  • Your friend was waiting for you too.
  • And another friend, together with both of us. There is a rainbow after the storm.
  • After almost half a year we will meet in the most beautiful Piran soon again.
  • Where you and father enjoy life, whether indoors…
  • …or outside. Ooo che bella!
  • Making fun of guests.
  • Here is your art corner.
  • Your ever-growing animate and inanimate projects.
  • Your garden is so peaceful.
  • Father got you red hot chilli peppers because you like it hot.
  • And when we feel like it, we can hop to the capital.
  • The view from your doorstep.
  • The view to the other side where there is a garden too.
  • Last May your garden was constantly wet.
  • It was the coldest and wettest May that I can remember. The castle on the hill.
  • A chance encounter: your friend and his Čili.
  • Where you were waiting for the bus to take you home after work. On the left: “I’m not addicted to reading. I can stop immediately… after this chapter.”
  • In November it was 50 years of love and we saw each other last.
  • The evening ended with you trying to tame the visiting accordion.
  • From the Vinarium tower in Lendava you can (almost) see Vienna, where we spent many happy years.
  • A hop back to May. Finally some sun by Lake Cerknica. You’re too serious.
  • This is more like it.
  • You told me to take the camera to the toilet in a restaurant. I wasn’t sorry.
  • Fortunate to be born near you. Photo: father.
  • Now. Both happy to be a-coming.

And finally, one more song in which it is said that “my mother makes coffee with nothing but chicory, barley and rye”. It’s a lie but it’s a great song and setting.

Dear mother, enjoy being 54, enjoy your freedom, your garden, your husband and the thought of your daughters until we come and the peace is gone. 😀 But we will dance and laugh and chat, and swim! Cin cin and happy birthday!

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