Sorry, it's just crappy text and crappy pictures.
I just wanted to see the people passing by while I waited for sunset. Almost two hours away was the final minute in which the sun took refuge in the land, or submerged itself in the sea, and I longed to see how the star silently dissolved into the humid horizon of water, but in December the axis of the earth changed, and the sea only has to wait for the return of its powerful and fiery lover.
It was a Monday 4:50 pm, and I was there in front of the sea, sitting on white mountains of quartz and sand, inhaling maresia and salts all over my body.
My damp and salty skin thought about the many times I could always return to the same place, excited by the soft silences of the wind, the fine white lace embroidered by the waves, and the calm sea that spreads its smell of coral and reef in each human life.
It's so relaxing to be there looking at everything...as if you were a spectator that no one notices or that no one sees...am I invisible? maybe.
Not even the birds care about my presence, because I am one more in this picturesque picture.
I decided to take photos of birds, people, friends, the sea. It is so delicious to keep your mind blank while life only exists in this landscape.
People so enjoy walking along the seashore to get away from the world, and to feel that they have arrived at a refuge where responsibilities and emergencies do not exist.
"We are fed up"- they say -, and diving into the sea is like taking a bath in plactonized water and being reborn as half men, half fish. The God Neptune would be proud to know that we are eager for his kingdoms... although I like it a lot of fried fish, and that would not go down very well with the lord of the seas...🙃
We are facing the sea as naked species of modernity.
I think that this December on the beach is a common and happy place for everyone, but I prefer it to any January or any May, because it is my father's month, and he loved both the sea and the very land of his vine.
If I could show you these photos! He would laugh with me at my terrible angular vision, and at the acrobatics that I invent in the air to not let a bird escape by flapping its wings, or at the waves of the sea that in their "come and go" erase a sun that I drew in the sands and no one will notice. The sea dilutes everything.
So much energy within a receding sun!
And through the light, people see themselves as they are, without false attitudes, without false hugs, without false kisses, happy to be happy, just being able to live that sunset with the greatest of simplicity.
And I wake up so light and so grateful, that perhaps I can take flight like all these birds in front of the sea, but I feel that the feathers born are not enough, and that the treacherous light of the afternoon reveals my silhouette contained in the sand to telling me sarcastically that I don't have the soft curvatures of a seagull, and that I'm just a human with wings inside my heart.
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