This is how I lived, in San Vincenzo between the shoreline, the waves and the wind that here always blows lightly or mercilessly to dry the eyes, the salt and the sun to dilute the thoughts and make them come out slow as water from the ears to transform them into hopes for the future.
They call me 'THE MARINER' because I watch the waves that like endless jazz repeat themselves from this sea port and like life come to my feet, my heart is not made of bronze but made of the first smell stuck in my mind and the first colour clinging to my soul. And of such a thirst for the future.
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