Pleasant Evening on our Terrace

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Rough Sailing

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Wine making season

Slavko says: "Machinery is ready for tomorrow, all washed and cleaned!"
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Arrival, Unexpected Weather

Old Perun farts,
stomach grumbles,
golden mustachios flash,
tears leap from his eyes as he
laughs at his own cleverness.

Hey, John, old friend, long time!
Dobro dosli!!!

Hahahahaha!
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Tin at Two

Tin at two,
Noisy Fjaka,
Billiards, football on TV, late night lingerers
Jugo moaning deeply between the boats and down stone streets,
Whistling abruptly through the masts, Puddles on the Riva where
Perun welcomed me back with stomach rumbling, and golden mustachios flashing.

Tin, us two, travarica at Vox.
What is this singing?
Pennants in the winds,
Solidarity, friend!
Observe without judgement!
Smoke that cigar butt.
Finish that drink.

Go home to bed.


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Beauties of the Night

... Before our gate...
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And

"After his wife divorced him, Joe asked his best friend, Bill, to fix him up with a blind date. Bill obliged. The next day Joe called up Bill and shouted at him angrily: "Bill, what kind of a guy do you think I am. That girl you fixed me up with was cross-eyed; she was almost bald; her nose was long, thin and crooked; she had hair growing on her face; she was flat chested; and her ankles were as thick as her thighs".
Bill answered: "Either you like Picasso, or you don't like Picasso."
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Found

A wealthy man commissioned Pablo Picasso to paint a portrait of his wife. Startled by the non-representational image on the final canvas, the woman's husband complained, "It isn't how she really looks." When asked by the painter how she really looked, the man produced a photograph from his wallet. Returning the photography Pablo observed, "Small, isn't she?"
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Milna evening

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After Six months of Sun....

Rain and thunderstorms finally hit Milna.

Slavko writes:

"Last night it started, first signs were thunderbolts from the west, than downpour, and ever since it is soaking, slowly, constantly... what a refreshment! 


A little anecdote: my grandfather in fifties went to the field to check on the crops after the great drought. It looked sad. Clear sky with just a tiny little cloud on the horizon. Enraged he cursed at it: "what are you doing here, did they send you to scout if there is anything left alive!"


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