A fig tree after the rain
Smokva poslije kiše
Na obali gdje kamen pjeva a borovina miriše, smokva je rasla uz svaku kuću. Skromna i tiha, hranila je generacije, davala plod bez puno zahtjeva – tek malo sunca, pokoja kap kiše i smiraj dana.
Danas, nakon ljetne kiše, njeni listovi sjaje, a plodovi rastu u tišini, spremni da opet ispune nečije djetinjstvo.
A fig after the rain
On the coast where the stone sings and pine trees whisper, fig trees grew beside every home. Humble and quiet, they nourished generations with their fruit, asking only for sunlight, a few drops of rain, and the peace of evening.
Today, after a summer rain, the leaves glisten, and the fruit grows in silence — ready to nourish another memory.
A fig tree after the rain
Smokva poslije kiše
Na obali gdje kamen pjeva a borovina miriše, smokva je rasla uz svaku kuću. Skromna i tiha, hranila je generacije, davala plod bez puno zahtjeva – tek malo sunca, pokoja kap kiše i smiraj dana.
Danas, nakon ljetne kiše, njeni listovi sjaje, a plodovi rastu u tišini, spremni da opet ispune nečije djetinjstvo.
A fig after the rain
On the coast where the stone sings and pine trees whisper, fig trees grew beside every home. Humble and quiet, they nourished generations with their fruit, asking only for sunlight, a few drops of rain, and the peace of evening.
Today, after a summer rain, the leaves glisten, and the fruit grows in silence — ready to nourish another memory.