It was hard to say goodbye to this magical place. Even the weather reflected the way I felt about leaving. There is something in this city that draws me back as soon as I leave. I hope I will be back some time again.
And with her only I sailed to ocean,
And with her only I left the shore,
And with her only I was far away,
And with her only I forgot my relatives…
Oh, the red sail
In the green distance!
The black bugles,
On the dark shawl twinkling!
And he is going from a gloomy lunch,
With no any blood in heart…
Chrystos, who was tired his cross to carry.
To my Adriatic love –
My last love –