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Postaj by moto-klasika on čet pro 19 2019, 22:48

Dobra večer svima budnima,
Na kraju te posebno na Moru!

Eto, završava se naša skromna i mala proslava Svjetog Nikole u našoj maloj porodici ovdje niže Alpi...
Bilo ića i pića (jela i alkohola), umjereno... Sjetih se stihova moje voljene Bake, iz Bosne:

"Kiso kupus i fažo,
slana riba i palenta,
po litre na sto
!"

Bilo pasulja (fažo), kiselog kupusa i palente (jučerašnje), roze vina, ali nije bilo slane ribe - biće drugi put...
Da sam na Moru, ili kakvoj sličnoj prilici, krenuo bih sa gorkim vlahovom (ako se još gdje može naći, u Zagrebu ga nije bilo pre desetak godina), pa onda čaša (velika) prošeka (ne talijanski proseko, već crno, gusto slatko dalmatinsko vino - ako ga se dobro sjećam) - tek da otvori apetiti, pa uz jelo - bevanda i na kraju tamno pivo. Naučio ovdje u Šwitzi da se tokom večere smjenjuju sva voljena pića... Ako nema vlahova (vlahovca), može i malo jača neretvanska rakija od mladog zelenog oraha...

Neka Sveti Nikola, najveća sila na Moru - čuva sve koji se nađu na velikoj vodi, svojom voljom ili po muci, u dobru ili zlu, po bonaci ili neveri - a posebno malu djecu i starce, ostali će se snaći lakše...

Živjeli!

Laka noć,
Ćao, Zoran

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Postaj by BozaDevil on pet pro 20 2019, 08:47

Zaželeo sam se prošeka...
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Postaj by moto-klasika on pet pro 20 2019, 23:10

Dobra večer, svima!
Da iskoristim prisustvo u Konobi i svima poželim sretan Božić i Novu godinu, te u novoj 2020-oj godini mnogo zdravlja, sreće, ljubavi i dovoljno novca za prijatan život, uz pravljenje novih i dovršenje započetih maketa, a posebno brodica u punoj veličini ako je moguće, zatim mirno more, povoljne vjetrove, plavo nebo sa belim oblacima ponegdje ... itd. (poželjeti dalje po svojoj volji)...

Kao zanimljivost, priloženo je pismo mog starog internet prijatelja iz Velike Kornjače (sjeverna Amerika) poslato jednom forumu posvjećenom manjim brodovima i čamcima. On je indijanski poglavica i šaman, vjerovatno ne baš demokratski izabran, ali tako prihvaćen, među sunarodnicima, mada je mješanac.
Priložio je divnu staru poemu o moru i mornarima...
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Chief Redelk
To:dwforum@groups.io
20 Dec at 20:26

Having fun in my old age. Hope you are too.
Merry Christmas!
Very good. I love poetry. In fact I speak often in Rhyme.
I'm accused of that quiet bit of the time.
So stare at me if you wish, blank in the eyes as a dead and drifting fish.
Harshly judge my rhyme.
Laugh and chide if it reminds you of a dead fish floating upon its rotting side.
Others seem to understand with eyes aglow then there are the playful children that don't care to know...
Set sail one will declare while another waves a bath towel in the air.
As angles walk upon billowing clouds, in the cold and foggy mist, a weary grandmother shouts, to bed you playful children, I've had enough of this.
Lights out, Children snuggled beneath a blanket spun by loving hand.
Dreaming about Christmas morning,  they know it's going to be grand.
Written just off the top of my head with a grin.
Please don't expect such a reply, from me,  anytime soon again. 
Merry Christmas from all the shadowy figures under the bed and the hallowed Saints. 
Say your night time prayers and may the good Lord protect you from those scary haints.

Written by none other than,
Chief Red-Elk.
Yall be blessed now ya hear me!!!

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A Seafarer’s Christmas Poem
by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1888


“The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;
The wind was a nor’wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.
They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day;
But ’twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay.
We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,
And we gave her the maintops’l, and stood by to go about.
All day we tacked and tacked between the South Head and the North;
All day we hauled the frozen sheets, and got no further forth;
All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,
For very life and nature we tacked from head to head.
We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roared;
But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard:
So’s we saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high,
And the coastguard in his garden, with his glass against his eye.
The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;
The good red fires were burning bright in every longshore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about.
The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer;
For it’s just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year)
This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn,
And the house above the coastguard’s was the house where I was born.
O well I saw the pleasant room, the pleasant faces there,
My mother’s silver spectacles, my father’s silver hair;
And well I saw the firelight, like a flight of homely elves,
Go dancing round the china-plates that stand upon the shelves.
And well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me,
Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea;
And O the wicked fool I seemed, in every kind of way,
To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day.
They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall.
‘All hands to loose topgallant sails,’ I heard the captain call.
‘By the Lord, she’ll never stand it,’ our first mate, Jackson, cried.
 . . . ‘It’s the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson,’ he replied.
She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good,
And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood.
As the winter’s day was ending, in the entry of the night,
We cleared the weary headland, and passed below the light.
And they heaved a mighty breath, every soul on board but me,
As they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea;
But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.”

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Pozdrav i poštovanje,
Laka noć svima te mirno jutro i dan!

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