Istria

I love your dry, full of stories stones, your abandoned homes

I love your old olive trees, sweetest figs, lavender fields

I love the tiny forgotten flowers, growing out of the asphalt covers

I love the stubborn rocky wine yards, waiting for the broken hearts

I love salty skin, sticky hair, summer dresses, barefoot flair

I love the two of us, our laughter, our endless nights in passion

I love just there to sit, watching long days, so much quieter, so free,

I love the simplicity of it all, of life, of love, of us my dear