Sharing spaghetti conversation rich tomato juice and olive oil dribbling from our chins red wine releasing us from tight jackets into a real sense of
This was an improvised episode short haul flight through dance, poetry and daring. Tomorrow we will save the universe but first we need to
Coffee and conversation carve limestone hollows, whetting our minds of clay, till we uproot and rough ride the Istrian hills
On a renewed mission to unlock answers from this paleolithic sleep.
As early ears surface, the turn of a mlin za kavu, and the smallest window stands ajar,
Inside, we lay a table of morning stories
And drink our shared earth from a searching cup.