River of Silence

“From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about in mazy courses, it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "River of Silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora

that silence of the river... through the town Buzet she flows... river Mirna, which is translated in english: quiet (italian:Quieto) because she is not wild, even she could be (today's flood can not appease even quiet Mirna). I'm writing a final essay about that region,... artistic topography of the medieval age of Buzestina (Buzet, Hum-the smallest city in the world, Roč, Vrh (the meaning is Top, so , Sovinjak..) ... small towns that started their history on the hills long ago)... when I was little, I play with sword, even in our 'castle', where we play on some rocks, I was a doctor, but that was not much long because me and my friend Romeo (2nd doctor) found out that a lot of vipers share our place... we grab the leaves (not much the business of the doctors, but we need to prepare the room for the patients) with rakes and suddenly we saw that bloody viper... I remember screaming from that day, and crying... Mirna heard us!

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shoot: minolta vectis s-1