@vaske75 24 August 2021 more from that month

Nastavak jutarnjeg posta: Miriše na jesen,dok bake u sokaku paprike peku,ugledah pramen njene kose i kako se krišom spušta na reku . Miriše na jesen,na prve magle i po granama palo inje,baš na tom hrastu gde nekad davno ja ureza njeno ime. Continuation of the morning post: It smells like autumn, while the grandmothers are baking peppers in the alley, I saw a lock of her hair and how it is secretly descending on the river. It smells like autumn, the first fog and frost fell on the branches, right on that oak where I once engraved its name.