Preko granice

Porodičnim stazama do Pule, ja i Stela do Lovela ... i poželismo do Trsta na kavu, Trsta moga djetinstva, naše mladosti. Sada kada je "normalan", dokaz je uvijek vječne istine kako je prije, u danima mlađahnim, sve bilo ljepše ...
Naravno da je neprepoznatljiv, lijep je, tek sad otkriva svoje pravo lice i poziva na novi susret.
A tek kava ..., vrhunska, kulturna, u prostorima bez plastike i "mp3-kafića" naše svakodnevnice. Svakako prijeđite tu granicu.
Mi smo je prošli a ja se pitam jesam li prošao granicu povratka u "normalu"? 

Tonight my bag is packed
Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks
That will lead me across the border

Tomorrow my love and I
Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
Somewhere across the border

We'll leave behind my dear
The pain and sadness we found here
And we'll drink from the Bravo's muddy water

Where the sky grows gray and wide
We'll meet on the other side
There across the border

For you I'll build a house
High upon a grassy hill
Somewhere across the border

Where pain and memory
Pain and memory have been stilled
There across the border

And sweet blossoms fill the air
Pastures of gold and green
Roll down into cool clear waters

And in your arms 'neath open skies
I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes
There across the border

Tonight we'll sing the songs
I'll dream of you my corazón
And tomorrow my heart will be strong

And may the saints' blessing and grace
Carry me safely into your arms
There across the border

For what are we
Without hope in our hearts
That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters

And eat the fruit from the vine
I know love and fortune will be mine
Somewhere across the border 

Bruce Springsteen: Across The Border