On the road of my life there is a cyclist.
My surroundings are not just an ordinary bright,
In a splendour of an emotional rainbow
Sometimes I pause, but most days I breath light.
He is at the end of every road I pass,
Mountains on the horizon, the proximity of a junction,
Perhaps, I can inspire him on the road of longing.
Dreams are our way of living life beyond its fragile function.
On every street in our city, I can see a cyclist path.
Looking over the horizon, you will see unbroken hope.
Days are passing bye and slowly we draw closer,
No distance will ever break my ability to cope.
Life and cycling, in this circle it is hard before it gets easy.
For me, happiness is often a hidden, narrow track.
I look at the bright sky inside me against the dark sky of night
And then in the corner of my eyes, I see one blue rucksack.
Love,
Kristina
Thursday, July 14th, 2022
Croatian translation
Hrvatski prijevod
Jedan plavi ruksak
Na putu mog života ima jedan biciklist.
Moja okolina nije samo obično svijetla,
U raskoši moje emocionalne duge
Ponekad zastanem, ali većinu dana udišem svjetlo.
On je na kraju svakog puta kojim prolazim,
Planine na horizontu, blizina raskrižja.
Možda ga mogu inspirirati na putu čežnje,
Snovi su naš način života, izvan njegove krhke funkcije.
U svakoj ulici u našem gradu vidim biciklističku stazu.
Ako gledate horizont, vidjet ćete neprekinutu nadu,
I dani prolaze, sve smo si bliže. Nijedna udaljenost
nikada neće slomiti moju sposobnost da se nosim s tim.
Život i biciklizam, u ovom krugu je teško prije nego što postane lako.
Za mene je sreća često skrivena, uska staza.
Gledam svijetlo nebo u sebi protiv tamnog neba noći.
A onda u kutu mojih očiju, ugledam jedan plavi ruksak.
S ljubavlju,
Kristina
Četvrtak, 14. srpnja 2022.
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