Vem za kraj... I know for a place...

Vem za kraj, ki se začne tam, kjer zmanjka besed, tam, kjer niti poskus, ko bi rad nekaj ubesedil, pa ne gre in zato misliš, da te bo potolažil občutek tistega neulovljivega, ni dovolj.

Po teh pokrajinah, ki so mi takó znane in pomirjujoče objemajoče, pa vendar še vedno nagajivo bežeče, se mi je bilo včeraj dano sprehajati v krogu najbližjih, družine in prijateljev, s katerimi si pogosto delimo življenjske krajine, skupaj z mnogimi znanci, ki redkeje zaidejo nanje.

Po teh pokrajinah, ki so mi takó znane, pa me vseeno še vedno znajo presenetiti in uigrano zaplesati ob hudomušno zrelih ritmih Samih bab in nas zarolati v čaroben večer ob mamini sladki roladi. [slika 4]

Vem za kraj, ki mi je takó znan in kjer je lepo…

[utrinki so s sinočnjega odprtja sestrine slikarske razstave, ki bo na ogled še vsako soboto in nedeljo med 16. in 18. uro do 23. oktobra v Erbergovih paviljonih graščine Dol]

I know for a place that begins where there are no words left, it begins where even an attempt of wanting to put it into words, but can’t and therefore you think that the feeling of that certain something will comfort you, is not enough.

Yesterday I had the privilege to walk through these landscapes, so familiar to me and soothingly embracing, together with the loved ones, family and friends, with whom we often share landscapes of life and together with many acquaintances that rarely visit them. We walked through the landscapes so familiar to me and yet so playfully running away.

We walked through the landscapes so familiar to me and still they manage to surprise me and dance harmoniously in the amusing-mature rhythm of Same babe (All babes) band and roll us into the magic night together with my mum’s sweet rolls. [picture 4]

I know for a place so familiar to me and where is so nice…

[captured moments are from yesterday’s opening of my sister’s painting exhibition]