Ulične kolone Street columns

Strast ne prestaje. Dobro je da je tako. Ljudi su sve više bezvoljni, anksiozni, uplašeni, bezvoljni...
Bože, hvala ti na strasti kojom si me okitio.❤️
Čeka me uskoro još jedna izložba, i zato moram puno da vežbam. Ali kada nešto volite...
Idemo, još jedan akvarel...

The passion doesn't stop. It is good that it is so. People are more and more listless, anxious, scared, listless...
God, thank you for the passion you have adorned me with.❤️
I have another exhibition coming up soon, so I have to practice a lot. But when you love something...
Here we go, another watercolor...

Umorni ljudi vraćaju se sa posla. Ne gledaju nigde, kao mašine...

Tired people return from work. They don't look anywhere, like machines...

Rutina dana ih polako pokriva. Ne opiru se jer nemaju snage. Kolona vozila im šapuće da moraju. Svako radi svoj posao...

The routine of the day is slowly covering them. They don't resist because they don't have the strength. The column of vehicles whispers to them that they must. Everyone does their job...

Tišina u ulici, samo se poneki uzdah čuje...Sunce prži nemilosrdno. Vreme je za ručak. Umorne noge koračaju...

Silence in the street, only a few sighs are heard... The sun burns mercilessly. It's time for lunch. Tired legs walk...

Sve je crveno. Možda je vreme za alarm. Možda se treba pobuniti. Imali boljeg života. Naravno da ima. Samo podesi razmišljanje. Da li si ovde zbog lepote života ili živiš da bi SAMO radio...
Mislite o tome...

Everything is red. Maybe it's time for an alarm. Maybe we should rebel. Had a better life. Of course there is. Just adjust your thinking. Are you here for the beauty of life or do you live JUST to work...
Think about it...

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Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.

Greetings from Anka vregolana!