A BIRD WITHOUT A BEAK

A beauty which could not speak

like a pretty bird without a beak.

Honey hair, skyblue eyes

a free spirit in deep disguise.

It's only brushstrokes she could trust,

she spoke to trees, listened to dust.

In paintings of hers lays her soul,

lays her heart, that once had a hole.

But she's not gone,

she lives within,

and if you let her in

she'll come alive again.

Mihaela Šimunić, 7.c

Ptica bez kljuna

Neizrecivo lijepa bila je slikarica

kao lijepa bez kljuna ptica.

zlatna kosa, nebeske oči,

slobodan duh skriven u noći.

Vjerovala je samo kistovima

osluškivala prašinu, pričala stablima.

U svakom djelu ima njene duše zrnce,

Tamo leži njeno krhko i ranjeno srce.

Ali nije nestala ona,

još  živi u nama,

ako joj svoje srce otvorite

oživjet će ponovo, vjerujte!

Prepjevala Maja Vuljanić, 8.a

SLAVA RAŠKAJ

You were deaf and dumb

but it has not prevented you

to paint a lot of watercolours,

many pictures of nature

and put a lot of love

 in different masterpieces.

You were our famous painter

no one could replace you.

Now you sleep with the angels

and we are happy to remember you.

Valerija Ferenac, 7.b

Slava Raškaj

Bila si gluha i nijema,

ali to nije bila zapreka u stvaranju akvarela,

prirodu si slikala

i svoje srce u djela utkala.

Bila si naša slikarica slavna,

nitko ti nije bio ravan,

sada spavaš s anđelima

i sretni smo što si nam u sjećanjima.

Prepjevala Iva Vrbetić, 8.a

SLAVA RAŠKAJ

From green river foam

a heart of rainbow was born,

she was deaf-mute

and lived in her own world of silence.

No matter, she found her own language,

language of colours.

Her weapon was a paint brush,

painting, in nature, in hush,

she found meaning of life.

But dark sun one day came

and all the rainbow from the heart faded away

and she was gone forever.

Now we know how close we were to the light.

Today we recognize her in the water and the sky.

Slava still breaths through her art

and we can still hear the beating of her heart.

Lucija Prebeg, 7.b

Slava Raškaj

Iz pjene rijeke zelene

srce puno sreće rodilo se.

Bila si gluha, ali i nijema

iživjela u vlastitom svijetu praznine.

No to važno bilo nije

jer pronašla si jezik svoj, jezik boje i tišine.

Oružje tvoje bio je kist,

crtanjem u prirodi

pronašla si života svoga bit.

Jednoga dana mračno Sunce došlo je

i vedrina iz tvoga srca izblijedjela je,

više bilo je nije.

Mi sada otkrili smo te,

u valovima i plavetnilu neba prepoznajemo te.

Slavo, ti još uvijek kroz slike dišeš

dok tvoje srce kuca sve više.

Prepjevala Patricia Zorić, 8.a