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11 Monday Mar 2019

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Petrovaradinska tvrđava, Novi Sad, Srbija

Petrovaradin Fortress nicknamed “Gibraltar on the Danube” is a fortress in the town of Petrovaradin, itself part of the City of Novi Sad, Serbia. It is located on the right bank of the Danube river.

 

Decebalus

08 Friday Mar 2019

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The rock sculpture of Decebalus is a 42.9 m in height and 31.6 m in width carving in rock of the face of Decebalus, the last king of Dacia, who fought against the Roman emperors Domitian and Trajan to preserve the independence of his country, which corresponded to modern Romania. The sculpture was made on a rocky outcrop on the river Danube, at the Iron Gates, which form the border between Romania and Serbia. It is located near the city of Orșova in Romania. It is the tallest rock relief in Europe.It was commissioned by Romanian businessman Iosif Constantin Drăgan and it took 10 years, from 1994 to 2004, for twelve sculptors to finish it.

Đerdap

03 Sunday Mar 2019

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P3670666Golubački grad /Cetatea Golubăț /The Golubac Fortress

Medieval fortified town on the south side of the Danube River, 4 km downstream from the modern-day town of Golubac, Serbia. Marks the entrance to the Đerdap national park. It is strategically located on the embankment of the Danube River where it narrows to form the Iron Gate gorge. The name of the fortress and the modern town in its vicinity can be translated as the “Pigeon city” or the “Dove city”. Myth tell about beautiful Serbian girl named Golubana. A local Turkish pasha fell in love with her, but she loved a young Serbian man and rejected all the proposals and expensive gifts from the pasha. Angered, he took her down in a boat and either imprisoned her in the only cone-roofed tower, or tied her to the rock above the river and left her there until she died.

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Temišvar /Timișoara

15 Friday Feb 2019

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Piaţa Victoriei – Catedrala Mitropolitană din Timișoara / Orthodox Metropolitan Cathedral
The Orthodox cathedral was built between 1936 and 1946. It’s unique for its Byzantine influenced architecture, which recalls the style of the Bucovina monasteries. At 83m, the dome is the highest in Romania.

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Brancusi

16 Wednesday Jan 2019

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Constantin Brancusi, Endless Column

Constantin Brancusi (1876-1957) was commissioned by the Women’s League of Gorj to honor the soldiers who defended Târgu-Jiu against a German force during World War I. The sculpture is a 30 meter high, column of zinc, brass-clad, cast-iron modules threaded onto a steel spine, and is part of a three-sculpture ensemble along with two travertine monuments called Gate of the Kiss and Table of Silence.

Brancusi

14 Monday Jan 2019

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Constantin Brâncuși, The Table of Silence, Târgu Jiu

Circular stone table surrounded by twelve hourglass-seats, which symbolize time. The Table of Silence represents the moment before the battle on which the combatants were going to participate. Nevertheless, the seats are not located close to the edges of the table.

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echo XIV

04 Wednesday Jul 2018

Da, tudi ti si Nit v Preprogi Dneva, / in tudi tebe Noč z užitkom pije, / a preden te posrka, te prelije / Roka v nov Plamen, da te razodeva … // Morda ne srečaš svojega Odseva / v Pokrajini Zrcal, a vse so tvoje / Oči, in vsakdo tvojo Pesem poje, / in vsakdo v tebi svojo Pot najdeva … // V Morju Trav si krhka Bilka Trave, / krog tebe šepeta si Bilk nešteto, / iz iste Zemlje kličete v Višave, / isto Nebo nad vami je razpeto … // Šotor Ljubezni zeleni v Tišini, / nešteto Bilk prepeva v Ednini …

Šotor Ljubezni / Nežnost, Jaka Košir, 2004

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storia di immaginazione

04 Thursday May 2017

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P3600257Il molo Audace, Trieste /Trst /Triest

so galebi razločili tvoje bežišče, /ti od besed uročeno mesto iz papirja, /ki so mu klicali z vseh strani neba, /kdaj naj se oklene katerega od svojih imen. /mesto, ki se za svojimi palačami na okopih /umika navzad. zmeraj so bile tvoje /gosposke hiše videti kot kasarne, zmeraj /so k tebi vodila vojaška pokopališča, /spomeniki padlim po vaseh; vedno /ti je meja zategovala jekleni ovratnik; /zmeraj so te naskakovali osvoboditelji, /zmeraj si v pristanišču kot težek tovor raztovarjalo /utopljeno v sebi. surovo se morje zaganja /v pomol, žilavo burja ti v togo tramovje. /po ulicah postajajo pesniki, uliti v bron, /pogreznjeni v molk, saj so te gledali, ko si še /mislilo, da si več kot samo pročelje /svojih narodov. v tvojem zalivu je moj jezik /naletel na sijoče morje, iz otroške posteljice /se je skotalil na nabrežje, bil še vedno doma, /a ni več ostal sam. tu sem se vadila /poljubljati s pogledom na jadran, prezeblih rok, /zakopanih v moški plašč, z jezikom /med zobmi in še kje. v vzgornjiku galebi.

haben die möwen deinen fluchtpunkt erkannt, /stadt aus papier, von worten gebannte stadt, /der man aus allen himmelsrichtungen zurief, /wann sie sich um welchen namen zu scharen /habe. stadt, die hinter den vorgeschobenen /palazzi nach rückwärts zieht. immer sahen /deine herrschaftshäuser aus wie kasernen, /führten soldatenfriedhöfe und kriegerdenkmäler /über die dörfer zu dir. schnürte die grenze /deinen stählernen kragen. kamen deine befreier /im stürm, lud man im hafen versunkenes ab /wie gelöschtes. derb schlägt das meer gegen /die mole, fällt dir die bora ins steife gebälk. /in den gassen tummeln sich dichter in bronze /gegossen, schweigend, da sie dich sahen, /als du noch dachtest, mehr zu sein als die /stirnfront deiner nationen. in deiner bucht /traf meine sprache aufs gleißende meer, /fiel aus dem kinderbett an die küste, war /noch zu hause, blieb nicht mehr allein. /hier probte ich das küssen mit blick auf /die adria, meine hände frierend in einen /männermantel vergraben. zwischen den zähnen /die zunge und sonstwo. die möwen im aufwind.

trieste trst triest, maja haderlap, dolgo prehajanje /langer transit

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zahod /sunset /tramonto

03 Saturday Dec 2016

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Življenje tako živi,
 / da ga je zmerom manj. / 
Kot pesek med prsti polzi
 / dan na dan. // 

Življenje ne more živeti
 / tako, da stoji.
 / Najmanj, kar mora početi,
 / je to, da na nitki visi.

 // Življenje se včasih drži
 / veselo na smeh,
 / a včasih le stežka taji
 / solze v očeh.

 // Najlepše je, ko se razsipa / 
z žarom na vse strani
 / in vse do poslednjega hipa
 / z visokim plamenom gori.

Življenje, Niko Grafenauer, Skrivnosti

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sončna ura /la meridiana

20 Sunday Nov 2016

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1010006Devin /Duino

Čas se neviden odeva / v noč ali dan. / Tako pred nami mineva / zdaj svetel in zdaj teman. // Kadar se času mudi, / ne gleda nase, / a spet in spet v uro upira oči, / če dolgčas pase. // Čas se dotika vsega / okrog nas. / A z leti najraje rezlja / gube v obraz. // Zob časa neustavljivo / gloda in ruši / vse živo / zunaj in v duši. // Časa samega zase sploh ni. / V vsakem od nas je. / In z nami vred se nekoč potopi / v gluho brezčasje.

Čas, Niko Grafenauer, Skrivnosti

Kepa pepela /Lump of ashes

10 Wednesday Feb 2016

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iz serije Kepa pepela /from series Lump of ashes

Dolgo nosiš ogenj v ustih, / dolgo ga skrivaš, / za koščenim plotom zob, / med belim risom ustnic ga stiskaš. // Veš, da ne sme nobeden zavohati dima iz tvojih ust, / spominjaš se, da vrane ubijejo belo vrano, / zato zakleneš usta in skriješ ključ. // Ampak nekoč začutiš v ustih besedo, / votlina glave ti odmeva od nje, / takrat začneš iskati ključ svojih ust. // Dolgo ga iščeš, / ko ga najdeš, odkleneš lišaj s svojih ustnic, / odkleneš rjo svojih zob, / potem iščeš jezik, ampak jezika ni, / potem hočeš izreči besedo, / ampak usta so polna pepela, / in namesto besede se skotali kepa pepela med saje v tvoje grlo, / zato odvržeš zarjaveli ključ, / potem si narediš nov jezik iz zemlje, / jezik, ki govori besede iz prsti.

Kepa pepela, Dane Zajc

For a long time you carried fire in your mouth. / For a long time you hid it there. / Behind a bony fence of teeth. / Pressed within the white magic circle of your lips. // You know that no one must catch scent / of the smoke in your mouth. / You remember that black crows will kill a white one. / So you lock your mouth. / And hide the key. // But then you feel a word in your mouth. / It echoes in the cavern of your head. // You begin to search for the key to your mouth. / You search for a long time. / When you find it, you unlock the lichen from your lips. / You unlock the rust from your teeth. / Then you search for your tongue. / But it isn’t there. / You want to utter a word. / But your mouth is full of ashes. // And instead of a word / a lump of ashes rolls down / your blackened throat. / So you throw away the rusty key. // And you make a new language from the soil. / A tongue that speaks with words of clay.

Lump of Ashes, Dane Zajc
translated by Erica Johnson Debeljak