Prešeren (remembering our Slovene poet on Slovene Cultural Day).
Thinking about his words, his life, his dream.
What was put into his cradle when he was born?
What inspired him? What made him happy?
When I visit his home, I feel at home, although his home in Vrba is small and empty. Very different from a vivid Prešeren's market in Kranj. Everything seems to be 'Prešeren' - a quiet person and a person, full of life... We can be everything, too!
Happy cultural and creative day to all of you, dear readers - be who you are!