Et in Arcadia ego

 

 

Zima je glačala zrcala godine,

zaustavljala ljude,

sanjala bilje.

Proljeće navijalo časovnike strasti,

grijalo krvi,

slalo u boj.

Ljeto je sazrilo plodove mašte,

mislilo noći,

dosadilo dane.

Na kraju je jesen plakala život,

okrenula točkove,

vjetrila duše.

 

 

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Et in Arcadia ego, Nicolas Poussin, 1637 – 1638

 

 

 

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