Let haiku be on the UNESCO list! (10)

 

Let haiku be on the UNESCO list!

 

Here is a letter of support of the campaign from Ms. Malvina Mileta, Nedešćina nearby Labin, Istria, Croatia.

The former half is written in Croatian, and the latter half in English.

We sincerely wish to appreciate and share it with each other.

 

Poštovani!

Nisam ni u snu pomislila  koliko Haiku može promijeniti život i  učiniti ga interesantnijim i ljepšim.

Sve što je za mene bila obična  stvar koju sam susretala  u prolazu  dobilo je neku drugu dimenziju upravo zahvaljujući haiku poeziji.  Iz dana u dan  haiku je postao važna karika u mome životu kao zrak koji dišem . Tamne noći postale su moji prijatelji, a dan kao najljepša simfonija.

U svakoj vlati travi pronalazim dragulj .  Na oblacima moji  snovi putuju, a na krilima leptira poletim od cvijeta do cvijeta da opijem se ljubavlju koja mi treba da živim i poklonim onome kome treba .

 

Običan sam smrtnik ali bogatstvo moje duše je veliko  zahvaljujući haiku, jer njime sam  dotakla jednu ljepšu stvarnost bez  koje bi mi duša bila prazna.     

Svima bi bilo bolje kad bismo sve oko sebe smatrali živim bićem i darivali mu pažnju . Priroda i stvari   ne govore ali imaju oči i srce. Nikad  ne  ostaju ravnodušni ako im poklonimo nježnost. Znam nekima to zvuči nestvarno, možda je i meni nekad bilo , dok nisam otkrila  da Haiku ima moć veliku kao nebo i ruke koje mogu zagrliti sve što diše i miriše . Lijep je osjećaj kad upoznaš nečiji cvijet, šum valova , pticu što cvrkuće na stablu , maziti  svojim prstima nečiju kosu, ubirati rižu na nečijem polju, a  sve je to  zahvaljujući  snazi  kojom  haiku zbližava ljude.  

Veseli me ako u mom okruženju uspijem nekoga usmjerit tom čarobnom tro stihu, jer svjesna sam da činim dobro i da njime možemo spasit svijet i povratiti mu ljubav  . Haiku je ptica slobodnih krila i bogatstvo čovjeka na zemlji.

 

S visine

na polju riže niknuli

slamati šeširi 

 

 

na ledini

ptica pjeva i umire

od zime

 

 

To whom it may concern

 

Not even in my dream could I think of Haiku as something that could change my life, make it more interesting and nicer.  But, everything I met in my life stopped to be a simple thing or just passing by, once I met haiku.  Haiku helped me to see and live another dimension of everything that surrounds me.

 

From day to day,  haiku became an important link towards the world around me, just like the air I breathe is.  Long, dark nights became my friends and days, wonderful symphonies.  In each and every grass blade, with help of haiku, I’ve learned to discover a jewel.  My dreams travel with the clouds, on the wings of butterflies I flutter from flower to flower, inhaling all love, bowing there where it’s needed.

 

I am just a simple and mortal human being, but riches of my soul are large thanks to haiku poetry, for with haiku I was given a chance to touch a nicer reality without which my soul would be empty.

It would be better for all if we paid more attention to all living beings around us.  Nature, things that surround us, they do not speak but they have their eyes and heart.  They never stay indifferent if we gift them with tenderness, respect and understanding.  I know, it might sound unreal or too much a poetical, perhaps it was so to me some time ago as well, until I discovered the strength of Haiku, as large as the sky and as wonderful as arms that hug everything that breaths and gives us its fragrance.  It gives a better quality to life: it is nice when you meet somebody’s flower, murmur of the waves, warbling of the bird, when you cuddle somebody’s hair or while harvesting rice in the field, and all that thanks to haiku which brings people together.

I am pleased if I can bring haiku to somebody who lives near me or we meet.  It fills me with pride for I know, I am doing a good and right thing.  I know, with haiku we may save the world and bring love back to it. Haiku is a bird with free wings and the wealth of man on Earth, we can and we must share. 

 

s visine                                            from height –

na polju riže niknuli                                    on the field of rice

slamati šeširi                                                sprouting straw hats 

 

 

na ledini                                                       on the lawn

ptica pjeva i umire                                      a bird sings dying

od zime                                                              from cold

 

Sincerely,

Malvina Mileta, Nedešćina nearby Labin, Istria, Croatia

e-mail:  malvina.mileta@pu.htnet.hr