France Preseren
(An excerpt from the epic The Baptism at The Savica)

The warring clouds have vanished from the sk...
France Preseren
The vintage, friends, is over,
And here sweet wine makes, once again,
Sad eyes and hearts recove...
Srecko Kosovel
A suicide in front of a mirror.
A frightened soul.
The wind moans in the black woods.
The night'...
Slovenian Proverb
Never whisper to the deaf, or wink at the blind....
France Preseren
What was the need of you, little one,
My baby dear, my darling son,
To me - a girl, a foolish yo...

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