Varas ja luuletaja/ A thief and a poet

Varastad ühe korra, oled varas
Oled  vahekorras esimest korda, kaotad süütuse
Kirjutad esimese luuletuse, oled luuletaja
Kirjutad esimese teose, oled kirjanik
Kuidas palun?
Ma kirjutasin oma esimese luuletuse ehk 30-aastaselt
Romaani paar aastat hiljem
Aga ma sündisin luuletajana
Teadsin seda, aga see ei huvitanud mind pikka aega
Sest kõik tundus teiste poolt juba öeldud olevat
Siis meenusid mõned teised elud
Ja sain aru oma hälbest
Keegi kirjutas oma esimese romaani 40-selt
Sai sildi külge- kirjanik
Lugeda oli hea, aga inimesed ikkagi protestisid
Mina küsin - kuidas nad teavad kes ta on?
Joonlauaga sisu ei mööda
(jah, ma olen ka saarlane, kuigi pole seal ei sündinud ega kasvanud. Veri on paksem kui vesi )
J


Steal once, you´re a thief
Have sex for the first time, you´re no longer a virgin
Write a first poem, you´re a poet
Write a first book, you´re a writer
Excuse me?
I wrote my first poem maybe at the age of 30
A novel few years after that
But I was born a poet
I knew it, but I had no interest in that for a long time
Because everything seemed to have been told by others already
Then I remembered some of the other lives
And I understood my deviation
Someone had wrote his first novel at the age of 40
Got tagged- a writer
It was a good read, but people still protested
I ask – how do they know who he is?
You don´t measure the substance with a ruler
I´m also an Islander, though I was not born there nor have grown there. But blood is thicker than the water.
J