back from a lovely holiday in Salento.
the sea. That sea inside me and that was the subject of many posts.
recognize myself in the sea and the sea draw energy.
the lapping of waves on the rocks relaxes me and all my thoughts go surf in freedom.
a lesson this year (though a posteriori) the sea gave it to me. With the experience in those days of anxiety and happiness I learned a great truth from the sea.
In metaphor, of course.
I noticed the silt that forms on the rocks. The large amount of algae that accumulates on the rocks. That blanket of brown limestone which envelops everything for a long time when the stones are at the mercy of the waves and absorb, so to speak, the "mood".
The rust-colored deposits in the sea and remove the stones in it recline patiently waiting for decades, beauty and disposal, contaminating bad the seascape.
That feeling of dirt that goes with having layers of limestone around the stones polished by the constant motion of the sea is only a misleading perception and, as such, wrong.
In reality, that same surface is part of the sea and is testimony to the history of a place; complaint with genuine sincerity of his time, his story, his quiet trepidation.
It 's a bit like the stories of men: when you stop at the scale surface is lost sight of the beauty of the polished surface of the rock around which the debris of time and the waves have acted with ruthless cruelty.
scratch those deposits is not easy job, I I tried! Nevertheless what comes out is the primitive form of a stone, perhaps, thanks to those deposits is managed to protect, under a corrugated surface, the white surface glabrous.
And although the stone that I took away from the beaches of Salento, via the deposits are in trouble (and never at all), those small spaces in which they have managed to pull away once again unveiled the beauty of what lies beneath .
And it is what I aim. With time to clean out the entire stone. It will be wonderful, I know. But he may have even lost a little of the charm that now.
E 'I mean look at the substance.
The look on the surface of the external scale I leave it to someone who can not go to the heart of things.
the sea. That sea inside me and that was the subject of many posts.
recognize myself in the sea and the sea draw energy.
the lapping of waves on the rocks relaxes me and all my thoughts go surf in freedom.
a lesson this year (though a posteriori) the sea gave it to me. With the experience in those days of anxiety and happiness I learned a great truth from the sea.
In metaphor, of course.
I noticed the silt that forms on the rocks. The large amount of algae that accumulates on the rocks. That blanket of brown limestone which envelops everything for a long time when the stones are at the mercy of the waves and absorb, so to speak, the "mood".
The rust-colored deposits in the sea and remove the stones in it recline patiently waiting for decades, beauty and disposal, contaminating bad the seascape.
That feeling of dirt that goes with having layers of limestone around the stones polished by the constant motion of the sea is only a misleading perception and, as such, wrong.
In reality, that same surface is part of the sea and is testimony to the history of a place; complaint with genuine sincerity of his time, his story, his quiet trepidation.
It 's a bit like the stories of men: when you stop at the scale surface is lost sight of the beauty of the polished surface of the rock around which the debris of time and the waves have acted with ruthless cruelty.
scratch those deposits is not easy job, I I tried! Nevertheless what comes out is the primitive form of a stone, perhaps, thanks to those deposits is managed to protect, under a corrugated surface, the white surface glabrous.
And although the stone that I took away from the beaches of Salento, via the deposits are in trouble (and never at all), those small spaces in which they have managed to pull away once again unveiled the beauty of what lies beneath .
And it is what I aim. With time to clean out the entire stone. It will be wonderful, I know. But he may have even lost a little of the charm that now.
E 'I mean look at the substance.
The look on the surface of the external scale I leave it to someone who can not go to the heart of things.
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