On meni izgleda kao da nije pravi. Baš ovakve lutke mi je baka kupovala i poklanjala kad sam bila mala. Moja se zvala Maja, ostalih imena se ne sećam.
Dugo smo ga čekali, godinama… i možda baš zbog toga dugo je on sad ovako lep. I sladak. Bar ja volim tako da mislim. Vreme kao da je dalo Sanji prostor da mašta i sve do tančina osmisli. Da poželi pufnaste obraze. Plave oči. Prste od voska. I da dobije. I sestru sa velikim fotoaparatom.
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He looks to me as if he’s not real. My grandma used to buy me dolls when I was little that looked exactly the same. My doll’s name was Maja.
We waited for him to arrive for such a long time, and maybe that is why he is so handsome. At least I like to think that. The time seemed to have allowed Sanja enough room to imagine and plan everything to the smallest detail. A pair of puffy cheeks, a pair of blue eyes and fingers that look like as if they were made of wax. And she got it all. And one sister with a big camera.
Photos of Damir, the Star, are ready just at the right time, on a Sunday afternoon with a cup of coffee. You won’t need any sugar with that.
Kada sam videla šta mi dete pokazuje i to još u snu, jasna je poruka za kraj. Dosta ti je bilo slikanja. Stop. Shvatila sam. Ovo je stvarno bila poslednja slika sa Damirom taj dan! 😛
When I saw what the sleeping child was showing me, it was a clear sign to wrap it up. Enough with the shooting. Stop. I get it. This was indeed the very last photo with Damir that day.