Luca of Split

A tribute to a big, beautiful boy

Where the Adriatic whispers to the ancient, sun-kissed stone,
Walks a boy of golden spirit, with a presence all his own.
From the historic heart of Split, where the Roman arches rise,
Carrying the coastal breeze and the magic of the skies,
Stands Luca—big and beautiful, a true Dalmatian son,
With a smile that warms the soul before the day has even begun.

The Pride of Split

He moves with all the easy grace of waves upon the shore,
A gentle giant by the sea, whom everyone adores.
Underneath Marjan hill, where the pine trees catch the light,
Luca brings a joy so pure, he makes the world seem bright.

Heart as wide as Riva’s promenade, where palm trees gently sway.
Strength just like Diocletian’s walls, protecting through the day.
Eyes that hold the azure deep of waters clear and grand.
The kindest soul you’ll ever find across this coastal land.

"Ako te pitaju..." the old songs softly find the air,

But if they ask of Luca, they will find no flaw to share.

For he is Split’s own beauty, a rare and brilliant gem,

A big, beloved boy who brings a smile to all of them.