Freedom spreads in open, clean spaces, where everyone is. This morning the sea was moving, more than usual. As a precaution I didn’t stray too far from the coast for my usual swim, I remained to let myself be pushed by the waves without making too much effort, giving only occasionally a viratina against the current. The sea is beautiful. It regenerates itself at every moment, changes color from one moment to another, it is never the same and yet it is always infinite in its beauty, on the border between the earth and the sky, an immensity of water in which you can mirror the Life in a myriad of nuances. Dark or very clear, spread like a silk cloth to taste the bliss of its calm and the transparency of light reflections on the seabed, or bursting and fearsome, bubbly and thunderous, as in certain stormy days: the sea always surprises you and makes you understand the power of the game.
This morning the sea was in the mood for conversation. The waves alternated and followed each other like the thoughts and phrases of a speech and I, enchanted by the ardor of the story, I enjoyed that wonder, imagining that the sea was narrating the freedom and joy of being free, of the happiness of having fun and to move with the wind. I cannot translate his call towards distant shores and I cannot communicate the firmness of his voice, but the impression received was strong, so much so that after a few hours he comes back to my mind and suggests that I dedicate a little more attention to it .
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