Two months
looking forward to you and only two weeks to get bored with you. Dear Croatian
coast, Dalmatia dear, you have sold your beauty abroad and have lost
authenticity for doing business, you have revitalized your roots by betraying
your fruits. It is not your fault, you did what you thought was right, but you
are not for me. I'm tired of your turquoise water, your cliffs do not impress me,
I have no interest in diving in your coves. Tangerines wither on the branches…
Why not let me enjoy your olives? My beloved sea, it’s not you, it's me. I
cannot pretend to be a saltwater animal, when I'm a fresh water fish. I am not
a mermaid, but rather a salmon.