This is the title of an exhibition in our capital Ljubljana, more precisely at the National Gallery of Slovenia. I went there with a dear friend. And it was spectacular. I am no sculptor or painter, let alone a historian of art. So, I must warn you that the following sentences are no critique or evaluation of the exhibits. They are merely my most intimate impressions, my humble thoughts and feelings, triggered by the masterpieces on display. First, I was thrown in a sea of baroque angels, presumably all very similar. I should have concentrated on their variety, but I have not, regrettably. It is...

Right above a river meander There crawls a fire salamander. Seen only on rainy damp days It shows you its unique ways.   You’d not expect from the creature To show you a yoga feature. Yet it does the cobra pose As beautiful as a rose.   Just like a rose has its thorns It’s poison that the animal adorns. Don’t touch the fire salamander, Just watch it from a far and wonder.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective...