Jedno zrnko soli

V posledné ráno letela Polly na koniec mesta. Stojí tam pri mori malý biely maják, vedľa okrúhleho kostola. Odtiaľto mesto zase vyzeralo ako loď.

On her last morning, Polly flew to the end of the town. A small white lighthouse stands there by the sea, next to a round church. From here, the town looked like a ship again.

Rybárske člny odchádzali z prístavu jeden po druhom. Zvon vo veži zvonil nad strechami. Na námestí stál sám muž s husľami v prvom svetle.

The fishing boats left the harbour one by one. The bell in the tower rang over the roofs. On the square, the man with the violin stood alone in the first light.

Polly ešte stále cítila chuť jedného zrnka soli. Urobili ho more, slnko a trpezlivé ruky, rovnako už viac ako sedemsto rokov. Soľ postavila toto biele mesto.

Polly still tasted one grain of salt. Sea, sun and patient hands made it, the same way for more than seven hundred years. Salt built this white town.

Raz obletela mesto. Potom sa vzniesla na rannom vetre. Kamenná loď sa za ňou zmenšovala. More pred ňou bolo široké a jasné.

She flew once around the town. Then she rose on the morning wind. The stone ship grew small behind her. The sea in front of her was wide and bright.