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 

SELECTED CROATIAN PROSE-POEMS TRANSLATED BY CAROLYN OWLETT HUNTER (studiacroatica.org)

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

POST UPDATE

REVISITING JELSA ON ISLAND HVAR, CROATIA! (modaodaradosti.blogspot.com)

FASHION ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY: SKETCHING DURING A FERRY RIDE (modaodaradosti.blogspot.com)

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haljina: vintage
cipele i sunčane naočale: nisu markirane

Summer outfit
Dress: vintage
heels and sunnies: no name

MORE POSTS ABOUT JELSA AND ISLAND HVAR

A SUNNY MAY WEEKEND ON ISLAND HVAR 2021

ONE YEAR LIVING ON JELSA ISLAND HVAR 2020

VISIT TO HVAR TOWN HERE!

DO YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE HISTORY OF HVAR TOWN? If you want to see more of Hvar town, you are more than welcome to check some of my previous posts about it.

VISITING HVAR CITY AND STYLING WIDE TROUSERS

FASHION ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY: HVAR CITY

VISITING HVAR IN WINTER PART 1

VISITING HVAR TOWN IN WINTER PART 2

 CLIMBING THE FORTRESS IN HVAR CITY

PERFECTLY VALID REASONS FOR VISITING HVAR IN WINTER TIME

HVAR TOWN (SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING BLUE)

VISITING FRANCISTIAN MONASTERY

MORE LINKS ABOUT STARI GRAD TOWN 

 -ADVENT IN STARI GRAD: TWO OUTFIT PROPOSALS 

-STARI GRAD IN AUTUMN: WHAT TO WEAR FOR SIGHT SEEING?

-VISIT STARI GRAD ON ISLAND HVAR WITH ME

- INSIDE OF A RENAISSANCE VILLA OF PETAR HEKTOROVIC

- VISIT BAY MASLINICA NEAR STARI GRAD WITH ME

- BEAUTIFUL BEACHES NEAR ARKADA HOTEL STARI GRAD

- I WEAR MY PAINTING (STARI GRAD)

-VISIT STARI GRAD PLAIN

- STARI GRAD ON A SUNNY AUTUMN DAY 

-  A NEUTRAL DRESS FOR A VISIT TO STARI GRAD

For more photographs and information about Jelsa, visit my previous posts: 

- A GUIDE TO JELSA

- VISIT JELSA, ISLAND HVAR

-HISTORY OF JELSA: EARLY HEALTH TOURISM

-JELSA IN SUMMER TIME

- 9 WAYS TO STYLE.....

- READING UPDATE AND JELSA CITY

- FASHION ILLUSTRATION JELSA

- AUTUMN STYLING IN JELSA

-OUTFIT AND BOOK PROPOSAL IN JELSA

- BOOK BORROWING IN JELSA

- OFF DUTY LOOK FOR EXPLORING JELSA

- 6 MONTHS LIVING IN JELSA: BEAUTIFUL HIKES

-  MINA BAY, JELSA

- 8 MOTHS LIVING IN JELSA

- ART INSPIRED BY JELSA ON ISLAND HVAR

- A BEAUTIFUL PARK IN JELSA AND A BOOK RECOMMENDATION

POST UPDATE SPLIT CITY

SPLIT CITY GUIDE: SPLIT AIRPORT (modaodaradosti.blogspot.com)

DO YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF SPLIT CITY?

SPLIT CITY GUIDE: THE PALACE 

SPLIT CITY GUIDE: CHURCH OF SAINT DOMINIC

I LOVE SPLIT CITY (TWO OUTFITS)

NEAR SPLIT CITY YOU CAN FIND A HISTORICAL FORTRESS KLIS- READ MORE ABOUT IT HERE!

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. 

SPLIT CITY, SEPTEMBER 2021

SPLIT CITY SPRING STYLE 2021

SPLIT CITY SUMMER 2021

SPLIT CITY RESTAURANT DALMATINO 2021

1. A SHORT VISIT TO SPLIT CITY, WHAT TO DO AND WHERE TO DINE?

2. HOW TO FIND PHOTO WORTHY LOCATIONS IN SPLIT CITY?

3. VISITING SPLIT CITY IN WINTER TIME

4. A FLORAL DRESS FOR SIGHTSEEING SPLIT CITY

5. RESTAURANT ASIA, SPLIT CITY 

6. WHAT TO DO IN SPLIT CITY IN AUTUMN?

7. FEMININE STYLING & SUNSET IN SPLIT CITY

8. INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT SPLIT CITY

9. IS SPRING A GOOD TIME TO VISIT SPLIT CITY?

10. STROLLING SPLIT 3

11. WHERE THE SEA IS CRYSTAL CLEAR...

12. STREET STYLE PHOTOGRAPHY SPLIT

13. SUNSET IN SPLIT CITY

14. WHAT TO WEAR FOR SIGHTSEEING SPLIT CITY?

15. IS DOMINUS CATHEDRAL TOWER WORTH THE CLIMB?

16. SUMMER ISN'T OVER YET IN SPLIT CITY

17. PHOTO DIARY - EN PLAIN AIR SKETCHING

18. WHY VISITING SPLIT IS ALWAYS A GOOD IDEA?

19. WINTER IN SPLIT CITY, CROATIA

20. MUSTARD DRESS AND UNIVERSITY CAMPUS IN SPLIT

21. TRAVEL WITH MY ART, MATEJUŠKA, SPLIT

22. SPLIT CITY CENTRE AND A MIDI DRESS

23. TRAVEL WITH MY ART, ZENTA MARINE

 

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

ljetna odjevna kombinacija: 
haljina: vintage
cipele i sunčane naočale: nisu markirane

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

Beautiful bays on island Hvar: 

1. JEDRA, SRHOV DOLAC AND VEPRINOVA

2. SKOZANJE BAY

3. SOCA BAY

4. BAY TORAC

5. BAYS TVRDNI DOLAC AND RAPAK

“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

MORE BEAUTIFUL BAYS ON ISLAND HVAR I HAVE VISITED AND SHARED WITH YOU IN / (Click the links if you want to know more about them):

VISITING BASINA BAY ON ISLAND HVAR

VISITING MILNA NEAR HVAR

VISITING MINA NEAR JELSA

VISITING STARI GRAD BAYS

VISITING BAY MASLINICA NEAR STARI GRAD 

VISITING BAY MALA STINIVA

VISITING PRAPATNA BAY 

VISITING VELA STINIVA

VISITING BEACH SOLINE 

VISITING BEACH KAMENJARA

VISITING BAY LOZNA

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Summer outfit
Dress: vintage
heels and sunnies: no name

MORE WAYS TO STYLE THIS PINK FLORAL VINTAGE DRESS

LAYERING A PINK PLEATED DRESS WITH A SUBTLE FLORAL PRINT (modaodaradosti.blogspot.com)

WHAT TO WEAR WHEN TRAVELLING IN SUMMER? (modaodaradosti.blogspot.com)

“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

5 VINTAGE PIECES I HAVE WORN THE MOST IN 2019 (modaodaradosti.blogspot.com)

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