Jadrolinija ferry ride, travelling from Split to island Hvar (outfit post)

Science proved that life on Earth originated in the sea but in our hearts we must have always felt it. Why otherwise would we feel so inspired by the sea? Who of us has not felt his or her heart opening up while mesmerized by the deep blueness of sea? Is it an echo of an oceanic birth of life? Is it our soul that wanders enchanted towards that greatest mystery? We feel the song of the sea, even when we don't understand it.

Znanost je dokazala da je život na Zemlji započeo u moru, ali u našem srcu smo zacijelo to znali. Zašto bi nas more inače tako nadahnjivalo? Tko od nas nije osjetio kako mu se srce otvara dok biješe očaran dubokim plavetnilom mora? Je li to odjek morskog rođenja života?  Je li to naša duša koja luta očarana prema tom krajnjem misteriju? Osjećamo pjesmu mora, čak i kada je ne razumijemo.





A SELECTION OF CROATIAN POETRY

RIKARD KATALINIĆ JERETOV 1869-1954

 

Born in Volosko (Istria, Croatia), died in Split. During the Second World War he was arrested as a Croatian patriot by the Italian occupying authorities in Split and sent to an Italian concentration camp. Book of prose poems: INJE [Hoarfrost] 1902.


THE SWALLOWS

 

From far abroad, from across the sea, from the glowing south, the messengers of spring, the beloved swallows are returning. They are returning in flocks, in a multitude, to their native land to search for their old nests under the eaves, in the wood sheds, in the cottages, greeting their old country with cheer, their comfortable dwellings, whilst they bask in the air of their beloved native soil. When they were leaving for the world they were somehow leaving their homeland with joy expecting to find across the sea a vast for-tune and great blessings. But what? It must have been that they endured a hard winter and became disappointed and discouraged in their longings; for now they are cheerfully revolving in the skies under the spring sun ... The swallows return ... and down sullen men with suffering brow tread embark a large steamship shouting of joy. They are leaving their home, their native land, the dear and beloved ones, and they depart across the sea to seek their fortune. This they cannot find in their torn country because they are blind. Pray that they, too, will not return in disappointment like the swallows, and that in the meanwhile the foreign strangers do not take away their old nests!



LASTAVICE

 

Iz daleka, tamo preko mora, sa žarkoga juga, vraćaju se vjesnice proljeća, mile lastavice. Na čete, na buljuke dolaze natrag u rodnu domovinu, da pretraže svoja stara gnijezda pod strehom, u pojatama, u seoskim kućaricama. Veselo pozdravljaju svoj stari kraj, svoja stara udobna staništa, ta ćute zrak drage rođene grude. Kad su lani polazile u svijet, nekud su veselo ostavljale rodni dom, ko da će tamo preko mora nad silnu sreću, velju blagodat. Pa? Bit će sigurno, da su prokuburile zimu, i da su prevarile u svojim sancima, jer kruže upravo nekud radosno gori po zraku pod veselim pramaljetnim suncem ... Vraćaju se lastavice ... a dolje na ogromnu parnjaču stupaju veselo ijučući ljudi mrka obličja i patnička dela. Ostavljaju dom i rođeni kraj, svoje mile i drage, i oni polaze preko mora, da potraže sreću. U rastrganoj domovini ne nalaze ju, jer su slijepi. Da se ne vrate i oni razočarani poput lastavica, al samo da im ne odnesu međutim tuđinci i stara gnijezda!

 

GALEBOVI

 

Vjetrom se pobratiše, olujom se posestriše. Rastvorenih krila ćas lete živo nad površinom pučine i krila im se dotiću mora, ćas opet sneno u visini lebde nad valovima, Čudnim, neponjatnim cijukom pozdravljaju more i sunce. Draga im je sinja, otvorena pučina daleko od kraja, jer ne ljube žala, gdje vlada bimba i spletka, gdje mržnja zagušuje ljubav. Na hridinama izdubljenim od morske vode, il na osamljenim žalima, tamo su im staništa. Tamo uživaju pod vedrim nebom u čistom zraku, protkanom mirisom alga, rulja i kuša, zlatnu slobodu. Nad ležajem gdjegod na litici pjeva im stijenjak pjesmu ljubavi i mira. Nijesu plašljivci. Prkose i najvećoj oluji, najgordijoj vjetrini, najbjesnijim valovima. Utjeha su mornarima — lepetom krila zanose im maštu u rodne krajeve, u tihe kućarice, što se bjelasaju na žalu, gdje ih ćeka vjerna žena uz dječicu. Nad srušenim jamborima, slomlenim križevljem pjevaju oni utopljenicima zadnje opijelo. Umiru i oni, al u divskoj borbi s velebnim morem i silnom vjetrinom pod slobodnim olujnim nebom. I kad se more smiri, kad se vjetrina stiša, plače ih tmurno nebo nehinjenim suzama.

 

 

SEAGULIS

 

They became the wind's brothers; the hurricane is their sister. With wings spread now again and again they soar over the surface of the high seas, while again and once more their wings touch the waves as they hang suspended over the sea. With an incomprehensible cry they salute the sea and the sun. The blue high open seas far from the coast are dear to them, for they scorn the shore where hypocrisy and intrigue reign, where hate suffocates love. Their lodgings are upon the cliffs eroded by the sea or upon isolated shores. Above, under a bright serene sky in the pure air, they enjoy golden liberty, interwoven with the aroma of algae and sages. Over their nests there in the crags, at times the thrush serenades them with the song of love and peace. They are not afraid. They challenge the most violent tempest, the most furious whirlwind, the largest roaring waves. The seagulls are a comfort to the seamen — the fluttering of their wings carries their fantasy to the native regions and into the quiet little huts which glisten on the shore where the faithful wife and children await them. Over demolished masts the seagulls sing the last requiem to the drowning. They also die, put in a gigantic struggle against the magnificent sea and mighty whirlwind under the free tempestuous sky. And when the sea again calms and the furious wind abates the gloomy sky sheds its tears for the dead gulls.




CITED FROM 






A SONG FROM A FAMOUS CROATIAN SINGER OLIVER, TRANSLATION TO ENGLISH BY ME

MOJ GALEBE  - MY SEAGULL


Lipo li je, lipo li je      ( Beautiful it is, Beautiful it is....)            
na lažini suvoj ležat'  (to lie on a dry sand......)
na osami blizu mora  (in a lonesome place by the sea....)
nad pučinom tebe gledat'   (above the sea look at thee)
a moj galebe                       (Eh my seagull)                       
 
Tebe gledat', s tobom letit'   (to look at thee, to fly with thee)
povrh svega nimat' straja    (and above everything, have no fear)
pa prkosit' svakoj buri          (and define any storm)
i neveri, ča sve vaja              (and tempest that wracks everything)
a moj galebe                          (Eh my seagull)
 
Ča sve vaja u svom bisu       (that that wracks everything in its rage)
da i more vrije, pini                (so that the sea boils and foams)
bit' gospodar usrid svega       (to be a master in midst of everything)
živo klicat u visini                    (to lively call in the heights above)
 
U visini kada sunce                 (in the heights when the sun)
bez pristanka nama sije         (without a stop shines to us)
i da ništa na tom nebu            (and that nothing on that sky
i na moru bisno nije                  and the sky isn't angry
e moj galebe                            eh my seagull
 
Bisno nije dokle krila               it's not angry while thine wings
tebe nose kud god želiš          carry thee wherever you want
pa neveri oli suncu                 and so both to the tempest and the sun
ti se rugaš i veseliš                thee can mock and rejoyce to
 
Na osami blizu mora              (  in a lonesome place by the sea....)   
dok se sunce zemlji smije      (whole the sun laughts to the earth......)
slušan tebe kako kličeš          I listen to thee as you cry out
lipo mi je, lipo mi je                ( Beautiful it is, Beautiful it is....)      
moj galebe                             (Eh my seagull)  



FROM SPLIT TO HVAR- A FERRY RIDE I TAKE OFTEN

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SOME OF YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THAT I HAVE: 
A) VISITED THIS PLACE BEFORE (READ HERE- HISTORICAL FORTRESS KLIS NEAR SPLIT)
I have visited this place and blogged about it last year as well. Naturally, I visited it in passing a few times in the past. Before the new road was build, you had to drive near Klis fortress to get to Split. I remember my parents would stop their car to enjoy the view a couple of times when I was a kid.  However, it is only in the recent years that I decided to explore this fortress more. I enjoyed the exploring very much as you can see. 












 
THESE BEAUTIFUL VIEWS MADE ME THINK OF LORD BYRON AND CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRAME FOR SOME REASON


II.

   Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth,
   Who ne in virtue's ways did take delight;
   But spent his days in riot most uncouth,
   And vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of Night.
   Ah, me! in sooth he was a shameless wight,
   Sore given to revel and ungodly glee;
   Few earthly things found favour in his sight
   Save concubines and carnal companie,
And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.

III.

   Childe Harold was he hight:—but whence his name
   And lineage long, it suits me not to say;
   Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame,
   And had been glorious in another day:
   But one sad losel soils a name for aye,
   However mighty in the olden time;
   Nor all that heralds rake from coffined clay,
   Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lines of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.

IV.

   Childe Harold basked him in the noontide sun,
   Disporting there like any other fly,
   Nor deemed before his little day was done
   One blast might chill him into misery.
   But long ere scarce a third of his passed by,
   Worse than adversity the Childe befell;
   He felt the fulness of satiety:
   Then loathed he in his native land to dwell,
Which seemed to him more lone than eremite's sad cell.
........

X.

   Childe Harold had a mother—not forgot,
   Though parting from that mother he did shun;
   A sister whom he loved, but saw her not
   Before his weary pilgrimage begun:
   If friends he had, he bade adieu to none.
   Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;
   Ye, who have known what 'tis to dote upon
   A few dear objects, will in sadness feel
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.*

*quoted from project Gutebverg
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, by Lord Byron (gutenberg.org)




XI.

   His house, his home, his heritage, his lands,
   The laughing dames in whom he did delight,
   Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands,
   Might shake the saintship of an anchorite,
   And long had fed his youthful appetite;
   His goblets brimmed with every costly wine,
   And all that mote to luxury invite,
   Without a sigh he left to cross the brine,
And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line.

XII.

   The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew
   As glad to waft him from his native home;
   And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
   And soon were lost in circumambient foam;
   And then, it may be, of his wish to roam
   Repented he, but in his bosom slept
   The silent thought, nor from his lips did come
   One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept,
And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.

XIII.

   But when the sun was sinking in the sea,
   He seized his harp, which he at times could string,
   And strike, albeit with untaught melody,
   When deemed he no strange ear was listening:
   And now his fingers o'er it he did fling,
   And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight,
   While flew the vessel on her snowy wing,
   And fleeting shores receded from his sight,
Thus to the elements he poured his last 'Good Night.'
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
   Fades o'er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
   And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
   We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
   My Native Land—Good Night!
A few short hours, and he will rise
   To give the morrow birth;
And I shall hail the main and skies,
   But not my mother earth.
Deserted is my own good hall,
   Its hearth is desolate;
Wild weeds are gathering on the wall,
   My dog howls at the gate.
'Come hither, hither, my little page:
   Why dost thou weep and wail?
Or dost thou dread the billow's rage,
   Or tremble at the gale?
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye,
   Our ship is swift and strong;
Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly
   More merrily along.'
'Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,
   I fear not wave nor wind;
Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I
   Am sorrowful in mind;
For I have from my father gone,
   A mother whom I love,
And have no friend, save these alone,
   But thee—and One above.
'My father blessed me fervently,
   Yet did not much complain;
But sorely will my mother sigh
   Till I come back again.'—
'Enough, enough, my little lad!
   Such tears become thine eye;
If I thy guileless bosom had,
   Mine own would not be dry.
'Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman,
   Why dost thou look so pale?
Or dost thou dread a French foeman,
   Or shiver at the gale?'—
'Deem'st thou I tremble for my life?
   Sir Childe, I'm not so weak;
But thinking on an absent wife
   Will blanch a faithful cheek.
'My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,
   Along the bordering lake;
And when they on their father call,
   What answer shall she make?'—
'Enough, enough, my yeoman good,
   Thy grief let none gainsay;
But I, who am of lighter mood,
   Will laugh to flee away.'
For who would trust the seeming sighs
   Of wife or paramour?
Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes
   We late saw streaming o'er.
For pleasures past I do not grieve,
   Nor perils gathering near;
My greatest grief is that I leave
   No thing that claims a tear.
And now I'm in the world alone,
   Upon the wide, wide sea;
But why should I for others groan,
   When none will sigh for me?
Perchance my dog will whine in vain
   Till fed by stranger hands;
But long ere I come back again
   He'd tear me where he stands.
With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
   Athwart the foaming brine;
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
   So not again to mine.
Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves!
   And when you fail my sight,
Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves!
   My Native Land—Good Night!







XIV.

   On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone,
   And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay.
   Four days are sped, but with the fifth, anon,
   New shores descried make every bosom gay;
   And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way,
   And Tagus dashing onward to the deep,
   His fabled golden tribute bent to pay;
   And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap,
And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap.





“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
Anais Nin


“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods


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I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.

It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”
 Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See






“THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea”

 William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

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“Of all the inanimate objects, of all men's creations, books are the nearest to us for they contain our very thoughts, our ambitions, our indignations, our illusions, our fidelity to the truth, and our persistent leanings to error. But most of all they resemble us in their precious hold on life.”
 Joseph Conrad


“For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.”
Joseph Conrad



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Comments

  1. the dress is so cute. You look fab Ivana. :) kisses

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  2. beautiful, delicate dress) you look great!
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  3. I love seeing others wearing dresses, it's always so pretty but I feel extremely awkward in one, like I'm too dressed up if that makes any sense? What a gorgeous view, Ivana!

    Shireen | Reflection of Sanity

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    1. It does make sense! While I was on that ferry all the tourists stared at me and wondered why I am so dressed up for travelling....usually people don't wear stilettos and a dress for a ferry ride, but I always say if not now, then when? It's not like I have any red carpet events planned, so I might as well dressed up for ordinary life.

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  4. There is definitely a certain inspiration that one can derive from the sea. Sometimes I wish I lived close to the sea for that reason. You look so pretty in that dress!

    Rowena @ rolala loves

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    1. I do agree....I really miss living by the sea.

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    2. Now I understand my love for water and the sea! I really enjoy reading your thoughtful, smart writing, Ivana! Adorable 50s inspired dress, gorgeous!!

      xoxo Ira
      JOURNAL OF STYLE / BLOGLOVIN

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  5. Your dress is so so pretty. I love the soft-pink color. :) I agree, there is something very special and healing about the sea.
    Michele xx

    www.chicuturnonglitz.blogspot.com

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  6. The sea is infinite mystery, beautiful and sometimes dangerous... Beautiful pictures my dear , you look amazing in pink dress <3

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  7. nice dress and beautiful pics
    kisses

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  8. This is such a beautiful dress. I love the ruchen on the chest area. You look wonderful, Ivana. :)

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  9. Sea and mountain - all, what I love on your pictures :)

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  10. cudowna sukienka! taka delikatna, zwiewna! :)

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  11. What an incredible expanse of blue, the endless skies and the wonderful ocean.
    You look pretty as a picture in your delicate pink dress. xxx

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  12. Haljina je preslatka. :) Ali ti pogotovo, s ovim svojim prepoznatljivim osmjehom. :*

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  13. Hello beauty <3 You look so sweet and lovely in this fantastic dress !! I am happy to see you on the ship <3 lovely post ..the view is wonderful :))

    have a lovely night, sweet dreams and sleep well dear <3
    kisses :**

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    1. you're always so sweet! thank you:) I love ferry rides...and boat rides too:)

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  14. I like the dress:) Pretty girl:)
    kisses

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  15. Oh very cute dress darling
    xx

    www.sakuranko.com

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  16. This is such a beautiful post! Our breathing and our heartbeats have the same rythm of the sea. This is so inspiring! You look amazing

    Natalia | Lindifique

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  17. I grew up and still live locked in land far away from a large body of water. So especially for me, each time I get to see one, it is a powerful feeling. It is almost as if I can sense it before I can see it, and I always feel more at home at any of those "there's" than here. Superb writing! Very sweet dress and I adore the yellow nails.

    All Things Bright and Lovely

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    1. I think that sometimes people who grew up far away from the sea appreciate it even more....I too have a feeling I can sense it before I see it.

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  18. The calm and beauty of the see is awesome. You look great darling.
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  19. Ja nikako ne mogu bez mora! Najduze sto sam bila "bez" da vidim more ili da sam u njegovoj blizini je bilo 3 mjeseca i jako frustrirajuce. More me uvijek smiri, "rascisti" mi misli, inspirira me... Preslatko izgledas u ovoj haljinici! Zeljela bih ti se zahvaliti na svoj potpori, komentarima i komplimentima koje mi ostavis, procitam svaki i svaki mi puno znaci. Hvala ti!!

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  20. Felt a bit jealous to see you with that beautiful sea as the background. Just remembered how nice it is to look at all those waves, to feel the breeze on the face...really miss it! Your dress is just a perfect choice for such an occassion - light, comfortable, feminine! I really like its design, so pretty!

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    1. I feel a bit jelaous on myself too as my short vacation is already over:)
      Thank you dear, I love this dress so much.

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  21. Ja jako, jako, jako volim ovu tvoju haljinu :) Predivna mi je... boja, kroj, baš sve i divno ti stoji! Stvorena je za tebe!
    Lijepo si napisala ovo o moru... ja nisam morsko dijete ali (pogotovo ako zalutam na Jadran zimi) me uvijek iznova i iznova ne prestane oduševljavati! :*

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    1. mislim da je u svima nama neko divljenje prema moru ili barem neko strahopoštovanje....i možda nas more tako i zanima i oduševljava.

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  22. To su vrlo lijepe fotografije. Haljina je lijepa.
    Koji otok ste posjetili sa trajektom?

    Pozdrav
    Carolin

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  23. Oh so true! i love the sea so much,it gives me energy! It's a dream that you see it so oft,Ivana! And you look beautiful of caurse:)

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    1. you're very kind:) yes, I do enjoy seeing the sea very often.

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  24. So beautiful Ivana! Is really true the special link that everyone felt for the sea! kiss
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  25. Dear Ivana!

    I lOVE your charming vintage dress! It´s so pretty and feminin and you look adoreable!!

    It seems, that you had a nice vacation. The pictures are beautiful with the georgeous croation islands in the background. I love the sea too ...

    xoxo Nadine

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    1. I'm glad you approve both of my dress and surrondings. Croatian islands are really gorgeous, aren't they?

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  26. Wonderfully written, I just love love the ocean,
    I wish I could swim forever.
    Love your dress it is super pretty :)

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  27. Dobrodošla ti nama nazad :) Nadam se da si uživala a rekla bih da jesi :) Mislim da ima istine u tome što si rekla o moru, ne znam da li ima osobe na svetu koja bi ostala ravnodušna pred njime. Sigurno ima nečega u toj teoriji, ko zna...
    Ta haljinica je savršena, mislim da bih je stalno nosila, prelepo ti stoji, kao i te naočare sa pomalo mačkastim ramom. A predeo, šta reći. Ma divota jedna! :)

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    1. hvala ti, jesam uživala sam, čini mi se kao da me nije bilo tjednima:)

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  28. Lovely pics and dress!

    see you soon on my blog, xo♥
    Irene | CON SOMBRERO Y A LO LOCO

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  29. Beautiful photos Ivana and I love your dress, is so pretty!:)
    xxM
    http://sunstreetbymonica.blogspot.com

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  30. The pink hues of your divine floral dress sit so perfectly against the backdrop of the ocean. And yes, I so agree. We seem to be born with a love and a longing for water: for the vastness of the sea or the immersion in lakes or rivers. It's no surprise that baptism involves water...

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    1. yes, no wonder we connect the spiritual birth with water.

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  31. great places and dress :)

    http://sonya-thaniya.blogspot.com/

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  32. total dress envy!!!!
    you look smashing! fabulous!!!
    xxxxx

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    1. thank you Beate:) This dress used to be my mothers, she wore it for a wedding she attended when she was still in high school.

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  33. E ova tvoja presavršena haljinica, uvijek mi je drago vidjeti je i sjajno ti stoji! :)) Jel možeš vjerovati da ovo ljeto nijednom nisam bila na brodu?? Baš mi fali nekako.

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    1. šteta što su ukinuli onu liniju iz Rijeke koja je stajala u skoro svim primorskim gradovima, meni je baš bila spas kada sam tamo radila.

      hvala ti, ova mi je haljina jako draga, možda sam malo i dosadna s njom, ali kad nešto volim onda to često nosim.

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  34. The sea is a mystery which we wonder humans, only in his dialogues Plato described Atlantis, ruled by Poseidon, the sea god ...

    You look great in that dress.

    http://ichbinsil.blogspot.com

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    1. I still hope we will discover Atlantis some day:)

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  35. Divne fotografije i zaista ko ne voli more!!! Ta nezna boja haljine je divna!
    Pridruzi se nagradjivanju na mom blogu:
    http://stylesensemoments.blogspot.com/2015/08/banggood-giveaway.html

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  36. I love your dress, so classy!
    and your pics they are awesome.

    http://itzytrendy.blogspot.mx/2015/08/stripped-skirt.html

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  37. Piękne zdjęcia !
    Obserwuje ;)
    http://rubik514.blogspot.com/2015/08/desert.html

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  38. Haljina je predivna kao i ceo outfit, a o pozadini ne moram ni da pišem. Savršenstvo. :)

    jasminadi.blogspot.com

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  39. This place is fantastic! It is, really, I am mesmerized - the shore, the sea, all! Yes, we are always taken to the sea, in our minds, it explains that we came from the sea :) I loved your dress and every picture you posted here, they are fantastic and you are gorgeous!
    DenisesPlanet.com

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    1. thank you dear Denise for your awesome comment.

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  40. Wow. Absolutely lovely dress! Lovely!
    Edita
    www.pret-a-reporter.co.uk

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  41. Love this outfit! You look beautiful! :) Also, your pictures are always stunning

    Have a wonderful Thursday! :)
    x Arwa
    http://cremerose.blogspot.com

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  42. Love your look!
    Have a nice week!
    Angela Donava
    http://www.lookbooks.fr/

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  43. It seems a really marvelous day! Ivana you are absolutely stunning! Love your dress, it's such beautiful!
    I hope you had a great time! I really love spend holidays on the seaside :)

    http://fairyland111.blogspot.com/

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    1. thank you Oksana, I have enjoyed my holiday very much.

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  44. Charming dress and lovely place. I love being by the sea, even when it's grey and windy, everyone has a smile on their face and having a great time. <3

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    1. so true! I've read somewhere that seaside is the only place where we are exposed to all the elements at once...perhaps that is why.

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  45. I totally understand you, because personally I also love sea and I feel even more inspired (and relaxed) when I'm near seaside :) You have beautiful locations in your country, Ivana, this place is amazing and the view from photos which you took are breathtaking! What's more, I love your dress, you look very pretty in this soft shade of pink, dear :) Hope you're having great evening and you enjoyed your holidays, dear friend!

    http://crafty-zone.blogspot.com/

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    1. I did enjoy my holidays and I'm enjoying my evening that I'm spending catching up with blogs.

      <3

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  46. Divno je! Jako lepa haljinica! :)

    http://teenfashioncorner.blogspot.com/

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  47. A haljina! Prelepa ti je i stoji ti fantasticno! Slatke morske slike! Ljubim <3

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  48. What a lovely dress, Ivana! I wish I could go on a cruise right now :) my husband is terrified of the ocean. It's not because of past experience. It's just very vast and unexplored, which is very much like real life in general!

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    1. lovely metaphor!
      I've been wanting to go on a cruise too.

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  49. It's so picturesque! That dress looks lovely on you!
    http://www.averysweetblog.com/

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  50. Znaš da sam se sjetila tebe kad sam tipkala onaj post o vintage odjeći, jer znam koliko ju voliš i kako ju dobro nosiš. A ova haljina je još jedan dragulj u tvojoj kolekciji i savršeno ti stoji! Baš volim vidjeti ovakve boje na tamnijim curama poput tebe. Naočale su kao stvorene za tebe :)

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  51. These are gorgeous photos and you look so pretty in this pink dress!

    astylishlovestory.blogspot.com

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  52. You are so gorgeous,and the picture is beautiful. ❤️❤️

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  53. Gorgeous dress, you are very elegant :)

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  54. ivana on a boat and in heels - i think i saw this before...;-)

    i hope the waves was gently and you doesnt stumbling on your heels.

    nice pics my dear.

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