The sun is out explosions. A large window gave me a spectacular sunrise, tranquil, quiet, between sea mist shreds. I could not write, just watch and absorb these moments. In the dark dimly lit by light flashes of fishing boats ready to fish, little by little discovering how the horizon is displayed a palette of colors: ash gray, faded blue and raspberry unborn.
The straight line was divided into two parts the mystery: the gray sea as silent as the rooster crowed at four in the morning. The other hand, was a sky emerging from the darkness that was taking more blue dye from the egg yolk to burst.
gradually worked his way up the warm sun of February between the Southern song of birds ... The Mediterranean had woken up with that white light greatly reminded me of a poem Alberti:
The sea. Sea. The sea. Only the sea! Why did you bring me, father, and the city
and why I unearthed from the sea? In dreams the tide pulls on my heart it would llevar.Padre, why did you bring me here? Groaning to see the sea, a sailor on land brought back on air this lament: Oh my blouse sailor, always the wind swelled at the sight of the pier!
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