vinko prizmic

When I was little boy...
I used to observe the sailing boats in the old port while contemplating; When I grow up, I will do the same. I will become a captain and I will bring gifts to Dubrovnik... as the ancient sailors used to do. Unusual trees... flowers... and perfumes... which are even yet today on Lokrum. Like the moment of falling in love, that never grows old! Do you still remember, his or her hand is approaching yours... a tongue... a small orange train full of chocolate crumbs and soft shouts; “O God! Kiss me... encore... and more... and more. This is more beautiful than any cappuccino I ever drank”! No, I did not become a captain! That’s perhaps why Le Petit Festival du Théâtre was created.
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