Slavonija & Baranja... - Panturist dd

Čovječe, što tražiš raj, što tražiš mjesto užitaka, smiraja i nebeske ljepote!
Što tražiš mjesto dobrih ljudi, odanih prijatelja, veselih sustanara… čovječe, što tražiš raj!
Naći ćeš ga u zagrljaju dviju velikih voda, sa zapada Drave plemenite starice koja upravo
ovdje odlazi na svoj posljednji počinak, u krilo silnom kolosu Dunavu na istoku, koji je
upravo ovdje odlučio biti najmoćniji, najsiliniji, najveći biti najsretniji.
Upravo tu si, čovječe, našao raj, našao si Slavoniju i Baranju.
Ne znaš kada je ljepša, da li u proljeće s prvim pupanjem ringišpila boja livadskog cvijeća,
koji tkaju božanski tepih urešen bisernim nizama kapljica jutarnje rose, kada se s daleka
puta vraćaju rojevi eskadrila velebnih letjelica u svoj voljeni dom.
Ili možda u ljeto, s otkosima prvih kosa, kada zlatom optočena polja postanu dom vrijednih
ratara, kada zamirišu kazani iz kojih kaplju suze loze, šljivovice i viljamovke.
Da li u jesen, kad poteče mladi nektar s probuđenih vinograda na bajkovitim brežuljcima
Banske kose i Fruške gore, kada šume - vjerne čuvarice ovog zemaljskog raja - obuku svoje
svečano zlatno ruho, a Kopački rit postane svjetska zbornica milijunima ptica.
Ili pak u zimu, kad se Rit pretvara u staklenu pozornicu, a ugljene oranice pokrije bijelo
more, kada zrelo vino svojim božanskim okusom sladi nepce gospodara, gosta i namjernika,
kada panonska sela zamirišu harmonijom mirisa zreloga hrasta i tek obješenih kulena,
kobasica, slanine i pečenice koje mame iz drvenih sušnica.
Man, who are seeking for paradise, who are looking for a place of pleasure, peace and
heavenly beauty!
You, who are you looking a home of good people, loyal friends, cheerful fellow tenants...
Man, who are looking for paradise!
You will find it in the arms of two mighty rivers, Drava in the West, a noble old lady who has
found its last rest here, in the lap of grand colossus Danube in the East, which has decided
to be the most powerful here, the largest, the mightiest - to be the happiest.
Right here at this place, man, you will find paradise, you will find Slavonia and Baranja.
I do not know when it is the most beautiful, whether in the spring with the first budding of
carousel colors of meadow flowers, which weave a divine carpet adorned by pearl drops of
morning dew, when from distant journeys swarms of magnificent squadrons return in their
beloved home.
Or maybe in the summer, with the first swath of harvest, when the gold-encrusted fields
become home of hard-working farmers, when kettles wax with tears drop of grapevines,
plum and pear schnapps.
Whether in the fall, when there came a young nectar awakened the fabled hills of vineyards
on the Ban of hair and Fruska above, when the forest - the faithful guardians of this earthly
paradise - training your golden ceremonial robe, and Kopacki rit becoming the world's most
diverse room for million of birds.
Or perhaps in the winter, when the Rit turns into a glass stage, and the coal fields cover
more white when ripe wine with their divine taste of malt palate master, guest and traveler,
when the Pannonian village behar harmony smell mature oak and just hung kulen, sausage,
bacon and undercut the lure of the wood dryer.