BOŠTJAN PERTINAČ - KRAŠKE ŠTORJE - 1CD

Your path has probably taken you to the Karst, and you probably entered through the stone arched gates into the courtyards, where it smelled of lavender and where the working hands of the Karst hospitably served you feta prosciutto and a glass of teran. Maybe you went down into the underground caves during your walks or got crawled by a Lipizzaner's mane. Who knows if you passed by here in autumn and saw how gmajna burns in the colors of rust and merges with the horizon, which falls somewhere down, into the Gulf of Trieste.