To spring, poetry and donkeys

Today, in order to celebrate a few things, a donkey and a man.

Not only did spring decide we were worthy of it once again, today is also World Poetry Day. If you are lucky, you are able to pay your coffee with a poem in certain places in Slovenia, courtesy of a shrewd sponsor (still not revealing it). My father did this last year (ADD-IT: correction, two years ago) in Piran: he wrote a haiku and got coffee.

I don’t know what this post’s worth is, a mortadella sandwich, perhaps. Anyway, here is first our first-door neighbour Luigino and then a monument to Donkey and Man in Pitigliano, accompanied by a poem celebrating this union.

I don’t know the poet (his surname translates as “Mushrooms” which I take as a good sign) nor do I understand all the words (who are “children of villains”?), but for sure it ends with the hope for a better life that today has become certainty. (ADD-IT: You can read the quick translation of the poem in the caption under the photo. The poet is hard to google. Povero dottore Funghi is no longer with us. )

Which is what I wish spring brings to all of you, the certainty of a better life.

The fact that today is also the birthday of Slavoj Žižek is, however, just a fluke. (By which I mean that he is a poet! Not a donkey!)

Click on me and see me grow.

Click on me and see me grow too.

“…To us, the descendants, the children of farmers, a monument must be erected where a donkey and a man express the work, the effort, the suffering, the hope for a better life that today has become certainty.”

Photo: © signature mmm