torek, 15. maj 2012

Travnik / Meadow


Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.
(Jalal ad-Din Rumi)




 Plešejo in ona pleše z njimi.
Pleše in poje.
Moja deklica.


They are dancing and she is dancing with them.
Dancing and singing.
My sweet girl.






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