I was waliking along Radovna river in Vintgar Gorge when suddenly Autumn appears to me. This is an Autumn's dreams because what I saw is not the same landscape there was but a vision I have had for some seconds.
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
[Rainer Maria Rilke]
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