Stariny

photographs by vikkysalmon

Years ago my father used to burn all the so called vintage pieces found in grandparents' house.

He refers to those occasions very often, although he is aware of the fact it makes me crazy.

Apparently, my mum tried to save some of the items, but was told off.

Today, we love to squat in spots filled with such kind of furniture.

We sit on chairs, that no one can be sure will keep you seated for much longer.

We like it there, something attracts us.

We converse.

We get lost in the streets, underneath the chestnut tree, covered by the night's veil.

I always criticised words like those above, because they sound so overcooked.

Yes, they do sound the same when I speak them out of my mouth, 

but I need to express it that way.

For the time being, I don't know how to do any better, but will search for a solution.

Will let you know, when I figure something out.

It will come with time.

Just like the time for the vintage pieces.

We will learn to understand.

And not to burn and bin unreasonably.

Just for the sake of it.

xxx

Voľakedy vraj ocino spálil stariny.

Hovorí o tom stále dokola, aj keď vie, že mi to nie je po chuti.

Mamina vraj aj chcela čo to zachrániť, avšak bola za starinárku.

Dnes sa vyhrievame v prečervotočovaných zákutiach, 

kde človek nevie, kedy sa mi stolička pod zadkom prelomí.

Páči sa nám tam, niečo nás tam láka.

Hovieme si tam, rozprávame sa.

Stratíme sa v uličkách, či pod gaštanom, prikrytí tmou.

Slová ako tieto som hocikedy odcudzovala, pretože zneli prehnane, transcendentálne a nafúknute.

Znejú tak aj z mojich úst, avšak musím to tak na teraz napísať.

Zatiaľ neviem ako lepšie, ja to však premyslím.

Potom vám dám vedieť.

To však príde s časom.

Ako aj čas na stariny.

Naučíme sa chápať.

Nepáliť a nezahadzovať.

Len tak.

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