"Blessed are you who live by the sea!" I said when I lived by the sea. While I, a little girl 'rebel and a bit' romantic gallop as a young filly of grassland, and dreamed the city riding a red bicycle with coaster brake.
"I want to go where history is made!" Confessed to friends. "Just live in the ass in the world!" Reproached my mother. They called me the "whimsical" because I loved the hats and kicking the dead leaves Autumn avenues. My "weird" offered ideas for conversation, and that place, that Grazia Deledda called "the land of wind," is still the place to start and what to return to.
are in Bologna after spending a few days on that stretch of coast that is familiar to me.
"Blessed are you that you were on the beach!" He screams from the nearby stairs. "How was the presentation of the book?"
"Presenting my book is easy." I admit. "I just stay composed and not disturb the others talk about me."
She smiles at me and I enter the house chilly winter's tail by well-aimed his final shot.
think back to the beach. Only a few days ago it was heated by the sun and I shameless, reckless and always in love with him, I stretched out on the shorts that I brought the earth Agata tsunami, and remained in costume, gave up its heat.
For three days I played the summer with sandals made of cloth and large sunglasses collection. Eyes closed, I focused on perfumes accompanied by wind that rustled among the buckets of sand that filled my childhood and the gurgling of the water that has amazed my adolescence. The heat rippled on the shore deforming the few bodies lying down while I listened to old songs by Rino Gaetano.
What I miss that strip of land, when my feet and wears elegant lead me to roam the streets of this city?
Perhaps the sea? Tons of salt water that disappear off the line of fusion with the blue gaseous air?
The sunsets on the darkened skin? The bonfire night one of the secrets of the cabins?
As an unprepared student look at the blank look and do not answer the question of reserves.
"The Land of Wind" is not far away. Today I'm just a window to the east to see the birth of the light and find that someone has heard my words without me ever known.
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