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Goodbye to a very special summer


brodThis has been an unforgettable summer for me. I have traveled to my parents homeland, I have deepened in my roots, I have discovered beautiful places, I have met wonderful people.. My eyes are full of beauty and my heart filled with gratitude. I wish there will be many more summers like the one we just wrapped up.


By the sea



I’m living inland and I ‘m permanently longing for the ocean with its open horizon, its salty smell, its breeze, The sound of its waves…

I belong to a family with several centuries of history of marine tradition. We have lots of ship’s captains among our ancestors. But my father pursued other goals, in the field of literature and journalism, and besides he had to exile from his country In eastern Europe many years ago, persecuted by the communists. So we ended settled in a city far away from the sea in a new country.

Nevertheless, the call for the open horizons is in my blood and I return to the coast whenever I can, to enjoy that unique atmosphere, watch the ships, sail, and swim, and breath the clean air at the shore while the waves wet my feet.

The picture has been taken in Bermeo, Bizkaia (Spain)
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Describe your personal style, however you’d like to interpret that — your clothing style, your communication style, your hair style, your eating style, anything.

Blue. The color of my dad’s eyes. So bright and clear,  like a reflect of the Adriatic sea which had seen him born. I love the color of the sky and the Mediterranean sea when its sunny. Being surrounded in blue makes me feel good. I love to wear blue clothes. they don’t match with my brown eyes, but doesn’t matter. I love listen blues when I’m not in a mood for rock or classic music. I often feel blue. So I guess My style is blue.

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I dream I can Fly


What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

Frequently I fall down because of a balance problem I have, to the point that now I have to use a walker to avoid wounds. Maybe this is the reason why I have a recurring dream since childhood.

I’m walking and suddenly I begin to jump. At first, short jumps, like a little bird just out of its nest. Then larger, graceful jumps, like a classic dancer who stays suspended in the air by the spell of the music. Finally I take impulse and begin to go up higher and higher, till all around me is air and I realise I’m flying.

There are no noises up here. No traffic, No asphalt. No hard soil. Only clear light, fresh air, and some birds flying happily around me. Somehow I feel safe and I’m conscious I’m enjoying a new freedom. I’m sure I can’t fall down and hurt myself. I love having a bird’s eye view of the city. Everything seems so neat and orderly. Squares and lines, with life. From up here I can’t see the filth or hear the noises.

I decide to follow the direction of the wind and fly over the countryside. Green and yellow in the summer. Bigger squares where the farmers have their fields, colourful and neat.  I feel happy and healthy. I decide to go further, towards my loved sea. When I approach the seashore, I meet lots of noisy and fast seagulls. Too much for me. So I decide to go down to the beach. I land softly a deserted spot.

I end my journey with a quiet walk, my feet bathed by the waves, my face against the marine breeze, enjoying the sunset.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).


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What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.

An error message in my computer ruined my post. I’d just finished writing and was ready to save and publish when something went wrong. The message instructed me to refresh my page. I did it and everything disappeared without a trace. It was time to go to take care of my mom, so I had no time to rewrite it. Now is late at night over here, she is resting, and I have some minutes to join the prompt

I realize I just break one of the golden rules I had as a Journalist: never write about the difficulties found while doing a reportage. Anyway, this is not a newsroom nor a news report.

In my disappeared post I wrote that given my gloomy mood, I only can think on being alone in a quiet place doing nothing. I’ve written more than once that my idea of a perfect day have to do with a long walk on the beach, feeling the marine breeze on my face, listening to the roar of the waves, contemplating the changing colours of the sea.


But because I have no sea nearby, and I can’t drive to go out of the city to spend the day alone, admiring the nature, I guess I would end enclosed in my room and that’s not good. Thanks God I have so many things to do.


The Italians have the perfect formula for free days: what they call “il dolce far niente” , sweet doing nothing, delicious idleness. I would like to master that art.


Sparkling or Still.



Only one question?


If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?

“Have you ever been in Croatia?  If the answer is “yes and I liked it very much”, I don’t know if we would become friends but I know we would have something to talk about for a while.

The same would happen with other questions to find out if the other person coincides with some of my interests: Animals, Music, the Sea, the Nature… It would be a good way to establish a conversation.

“I’m bankrupted. Would you like to have some coffee and talk with me?” If the answer is yes and the person is sober it would be a good sign. But I don’t know what would happen. Probably would end badly. The premise is a lie and I should explain that I lied because all was a kind of litmus test. Not the best way to start a friendship.

I don’t believe in friendship with a total stranger on a one question basis. I prefer the traditional way to make friends.

Litmus, Litmus on the Wall.


Wish list


Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

there is a difference between the things you’d change in your life and things you’d just do in your life. I can’t change things as my health, but I can do things in the next five years if God gives me life, strength and I have the opportunity.

– write and publish a book
– improve my English
– go or even move to Croatia
– travel to the US
– play piano and paint watercolours

I’ve begun already to work in my book and seeing it finished and,more than that,published, would be a great relief. And also a satisfaction.

With my improved English, I would write interesting, expressive and more extensive posts in my blogs .

Moving to Croatia is an old dream. I would live in the Adriatic coast by the sea, source of inspiration and of peace of my soul

A trip to the US is something I would like to do to meet again my old friends from my years working over there in the late nineties and see once more New York and San Francisco

Finally in my to-do list I put practising two of my favorite artistic activities, so five years from now I would easily play beautiful music pieces and paint good watercolours



To-Do? Done!.



Sunrise, sunset

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How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).

Since I wake up at at 6:30, I say hello to the sunrise almost every day. Nothing special come to my mind. i live in an apartment with no very good sights. So I only notice how, gradually, the light increases. Nothing romantic. No golden rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains, creating a warm and peaceful environment. Just day light in my kitchen where I’m usually busy with breakfast. What happened today? Nothing out of the usual.

I like sunrises and sunsets in nature above all in the mountain and over the sea. Contemplate the changing colours in the horizon gives me peace.

Every sunrise, every sunset, even those that pass unoticed, because they are not spectacular, means the inexorable flow of the time.

As the Fiddler on the Roof’s song says:

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

New Dawn.


By the Sea

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You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?

This sounds familiar and I don’t have new ideas

Providing that this tunnel was magical and easy to dig, I would use it to visit my family and friends who are far away and enjoy the beautiful places I love, and now are out of reach for me. Therefor, I would need a two exits tunnel: one in some port of the Croatian coast and other in San Francisco, California.

With the first one I would take a boat and go visit my relatives from port to port and enjoy the beauty of the coast and its islands, towns and cities. I would go to my mom’s hometown of Senj in the North and sail all the way down to the south to pass to Montenegro and go to the Bay of Kotor where my dad was born.

With the second exit I would go to the city where I left some of my best friends, to catch up with them, have fun, enjoy the city wonders, contemplate the Bay, and have a walk in the Ocean Beach at the sunset.

If the secret tunnel only can have one exit, it would be definitely to a place by the Adriatic sea. I’m docked inland, and I miss the marine breeze in my face, the sight of the immensity and the power of the water, the roar of the waves. All these are like a balsam that opens my spirit, help me think more clearly and make me feel free.

Tunnel Vision.


At the beach


Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?

A good conversation with a close friend, an evening reading a good book… But above all, a walk in a deserted beach alone lost in my thoughts, enjoying the light and the colours of the sunset, feeling the marine breeze in my face, listening at the sound of the waves and the cries of the seagulls, breathing the fresh air with its taste  to saltpetre, smelling to sand and sea. I’m living inland but i need the sea. Both Mom and Dad come from sea port towns. I think I have the sea in my blood. I experience a sense of freedom and peace when I see the sea in front of me, open, powerful, immense. Helps me think about the essential truths. In the greatness of God and nature, and my littleness. In the real importance of the problems that beset me, sometimes no so big as I imagine. Helps me think about how lucky I am to be alive in this world despite its troubles. I sure should go more often to see the sea, and linger walking at the beach, for my own good.

Daily Prompt: Linger.
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A good Time


Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?

I would sleep until late and then go to the beach to have a long walk, feeling the marine breeze in my face, watching at and listening to the waves roaring. Because it’s winter I can’t swim which is what I would like to do. Too cold. There is something in the Ocean that attracts me. I live inland but I need the Sea. Gives me a freedom feeling I can’t find anywhere else. I love hiking and the mountain but nothing like the Ocean. I miss the Sea when I’m too much time away. Like now.
I would like to spend hours reading a good book. I have several waiting for free time. Then I would like to go out for dinner and if there is something good showing, to the movies or to the concert hall.

Daily Prompt: Nothin’ But A Good Time.

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Wet, Fresh, Alive


Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?

Wet. Fresh. Alive. Salt water all over me. The sea. I’m feeling the freshness and the density of the water in constant movement. Swimming. Floating. Diving. Playing with the waves. Bright colours everywhere. The breeze on my face. I’m with my brother and my sisters. Mom and dad are watching, playing and swimming with us. It’s summer. No school. Dad has some vacation days and can be with us all the time. Beautiful days with a lot of time to spend together. Long talks. My dad’s wonderful tales. Laughters. The sunset. No worries. We are safe. We are happy. We are together.

Daily Prompt: The Power of Touch.
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