When Pippi Grew Up  

Thrown (Ţâpat) in , ,

A while back, I wrote briefly about "Pippi Longstocking", a book I got as a gift from a German friend. It's famous in Europe - especially Germanic countries -

Dance-Like-A-SwedeI’ve never read the book, but I got an idea – the exploits of a little girl who triumphs over her fears and anxiety, has superhuman powers but seldom uses them and is a bit of a wild, untamed spirit. Pippi is attached to her home and her (very) few friends, but takes a trip every now and then with her father aboard the Hoptoad.

The interesting question for me is what happens to Pippi when she grows up?

The easy answer is Pippi will never grow up, because she doesn’t want to. She’ll probably take on Father Time with her superhuman abilities and most likely win; after all, she fought policemen who were going to take her to an orphanage against her will..

I think I got an answer: I’ve met her. And today is her birthday. I was going to write on her wall “Grattis på födelsedagen!”, and I actually did, only to realise that everybody will and already did wish her the same thing. I could wish her the Sugarcubes song, but that would most likely remind her of some Chilean symbol:

She lives in this house over there,
has her world outside it.
Grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth,
she's [twenty]five years old.
Thread worms on a string,
keeps spiders in her pocket,
collects fly-wings in a jar
scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line.
she's got one friend
He lives next door,
they listen to the weather,
he knows how many freckles
she's got,
She scratches his beard.
she's painting huge books,
glues them together,
They saw a big raven;
it glided down the sky,
she touched it.
Today's a birthday,
they're smoking cigars,
he got a chain of flowers,
Sows a bird in her knickers,
they're smoking cigars*,
lie in the bathtub,
chain of flowers.

* – in an MMORPG

Maybe, to make it more personal, I should wish her a Romanian song (MP3, trilulilu) by Alexandru Andries.

When at home

If you have at home-a place
Where you can stay as long as you want
Without anyone knowing,
Precisely that’s where you hide
And in your thoughts you enter
Through a secret door
That only you know ...

Don’t tell me that’s not so coz I won’t believe you! X2

Then, your face is brown
And your eyes turn blue
Larger and with no curtains,
Isn’t it so,
I guessed how you comb [yr hair] smiling
And how softly sing whispering to yourself,
Like when you crave
A sailor ...

Don’t tell me that’s not so coz I won’t believe you! X2

Do not hide your hands in your pocket
You’re tied to their lines as written in a docket
And if I’d know a game
I’d try it right away...
If you had a place at home
When at home!

Cînd stai acasă

Dacă ai acasă-un loc 
Unde poţi să stai cît vrei 
Şi să nu ştie nimeni,
Precis că acolo te-ascunzi
Şi-n gîndurile tale pătrunzi
Printr-o uşă secretă 
De care ştii doar tu...

Să nu-mi spui că nu-i aşa fiindcă nu te cred !
Să nu-mi spui că nu-i aşa fiindcă nu te cred !

Atunci faţa ta e maro
Şi ochii tăi devin indigo
Şi mai mari şi mai fără perdea, 
Nu-i aşa,
Am ghicit cum te piepteni zîmbind
Şi cum cînţi în gînd şoptind uşor,
Ca atunci cînd ţi-e dor 
De-un marinar...

Să nu-mi spui că nu-i aşa fiindcă nu te cred !
Să nu-mi spui că nu-i aşa fiindcă nu te cred !

Nu-ţi ascunde palmele în buzunar,
De desenul lor eşti prinsă c-un zar
Şi dac-aş şti vreun joc
L-aş încerca pe loc...
Dacă ai acasă un loc,
Cînd stai acasă !

Perhaps I should write for her a poem, but I won’t. I’ll just tell you that her eyes are beautiful and green and sometimes blue and blink far too often for my liking. I discovered, however, that the blinking stops when I get really close and I peer deep into her soul. It is then when her pupils dilate, and yet she’s not afraid or petrified: she avoids the natural succession of steps.

Words don’t come easy to me, which is why to see the rest (possibly a poem) you will need a password.

I shared with her, before losing her, my Memories of Sweden (and with you everybody else, tomorrow next).

Sources / More info: ig, w-pl, 10-bd, aa-acasa

Thank you for reading (mulţam fain pentru cetire)! Publicat Friday, March 15, 2013 . Similar articles under the following categories (poţi găsi articole similare sub următoarele categorii): (Subscribe), (Subscribe), (Subscribe) . Dacă ţi-a plăcut articolul, PinIt-uieste-l, ReddIt-eaza-l, stumble-uieste-l altora, trimite-l pe WhatsApp yMess şi consideră abonarea la fluxul RSS sau prin email. Ma poti de asemenea gasi pe Google. Trackback poateputea fi trimis prin URL-ul de sub Comentarii.
Aici vei găsi ştiri inedite, articole hazoase, perspective originale in politică, societate, economie şi relaţii interumane. QUESTIONS (Intrebări)? We got Answers (Răspunsuri există)!  
blog comments powered by Disqus