Naslikala sam malu luku skrivenog grčkog sela, tamo gde dani prolaze u ritmu mora i sunca.
I painted a small port of a hidden Greek village, where the days pass in the rhythm of the sea and the sun.
Red belih kuća, domaćinski jednostavnih, stoji tik uz obalu, kao da čuvaju uspomene ribara koji još pre zore kreću ka pučini.
A row of white houses, with simple households, stands right next to the shore, as if they preserve the memories of fishermen who head out to sea even before dawn
Ribarske mreže su odložene uz zid pokvaren morem, obrasle u mahovinu, mirne i tihe kao da dišu zajedno s talasima.
Fishing nets are laid out against the sea-broken wall, overgrown with moss, still and silent as if breathing along with the waves.
Čamci su vezani uz stari kameni zid, natopljen solju i vremenom. Zidovi kuća okrenutih ka Suncu blješte svetlom, toliko jakim da izgleda kao da zrače iznutra.
The boats are tied to the old stone wall, soaked in salt and time. The walls of the houses facing the Sun shine with a light so strong that it seems as if they are radiating from within.
A iznad svega, crveni krovovi kontriraju tom svetlu plavim nebom, čineći prizor gotovo nestvarnim.
And above all, the red roofs counter that light with the blue sky, making the scene almost unreal.
U ovom kadru nije samo pejzaž, tu je osećaj. Tišina koja govori, jednostavnost koja leči i toplina koja podseća da je lepota često upravo tamo gde život teče najsporije.
There's not just a landscape in this shot, there's a feeling. The silence that speaks, the simplicity that heals and the warmth that reminds us that beauty is often exactly where life moves the slowest.
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!