That great Hindu playwright and poet, Rabindranath Tagore, affirmed that it is not the hammer that polishes the pebbles, but the water with its dance and his song.
Even with his overwhelming strength and his magnetic spell, the most fantastic and exciting orchestra that exists could be seen at sea.
Its vital rhythms, its eternal ups and downs, seem like a symphony that goes in crescendo when the waves melt on the shore of the beach, with the sound of timpani and bells or when they meteorically crash against those metaphorical bongos, which are the cliffs, flooding the a space of songs and melodies, difficult to forget.
Far from the carnal eroticisms of directors, such as Nagisha Oshima, the song of the waves is a bewitching song, capable of tempering the spirit, gratifying it with a spectacle that only Nature is capable of perfectly interpreting.
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