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Sea in winter (final)

Tales Adriatic

But all around is black, the wall, the ceiling, the room, outside, all is silence, the music is over, only the projector fan sends a slight hiss. I turn off the switch. There's a moment of nothing. The heart beats, eyes pinched, the stomach is empty. It 'like coming from a long journey in space and time. Going home is always awesome! After you have expanded the horizons, seeing new things, meet different people, tried different ways of living, return between four walls, in cramped conditions, resume the usual pace, the slow flow of events takes precedence over the individual's will, the voltage drops the memories become regret. With the availability of the world, you end up living in a dot on map, a rocky cliff where you can see the same sunrises and sunsets the same, the billions of people if they know perhaps a thousand, or maybe just some really well no, not even themselves, ignorance of creating fear, generates hatred. The "global village" exists only on the information highway, is populated by bit, byte, file, package, electromagnetic waves and not by specific persons or things: a virtual reality as a parallel world that can not be touched, to live, but only see .
He groped the door of the terrace, finally find it, open it. It was done at night and is still the afternoon. The sky is a big star and crescent moon illuminates a part by hiding the stars, other lights are long streamers of chrome in the distance, a large area remains in the dark. Gradually the eye gets used at night and see better, see more. In the valley there is still the fog, no longer white, but dark gray, almost blue, were it not for the waves highlighted by the giant moon. On the sea of \u200b\u200bmist the moon behaves in the opposite way to the sea water: the level of fog is now decreased as a low tide, but the matter has become more dense, impenetrable.
Tour back to the sea and overlooking the city, with its light yellowish moon but not due to some strange disease, defensive towers, the tiled roofs, the windows lighted, rough walls, the lamps signed, the proximity makes everything appear flat, without depth as some mobile scenarios in picture books for children, a wonderland, silent, so far away from the fervor and clamor of life. How important is the point of view from which you look at things! The photographer a few years ago to kill the boredom of a public holiday was wandering on the beach between the sheds, sinking in wet sand shoes here and there and stealing of images, captured moments, letting oneself by instinct, drive times shutter speed and aperture. The audience today is prey to a mysterious force, sucking these pictures on the wall in quick succession as in a gallery, has a vision Overall, it can easily go back and compare, measure, criticize. The two did not see the same thing: the red can be pink, green, blue, winter summer, sadness, joy, the trivial sublime and vice versa. From Canton today seemed to be on the roof of a lighthouse, the sun was the great light that illuminated the sea of \u200b\u200bcotton, they peered into the great sea rescue boats and seemed to enjoy some kind of privilege with respect to those who were drifting in and swam . Now, from below, the lighthouse does not seem so solid, so sure and does not suggest any way to the shipwreck, so that it is better to let go gentle flow, nice to be carried away by the waves into the unknown. Who knows how
now appears across the sea, the land of Marino, this rock, the mountain of Marino: the shape of the Titanic cruise extraordinary amid the smoke of the steam, all the lights on, the music of ' orchestra that accompanies us, everything seems in festivity with these new American rhythms, the sea is calm and storms suggests, this black, black ship who told me they can not sink ... 5



5 from looting TITANIC Francesco de Gregori.