SAPORE DI SALE
Come si fà a spiegare il mare a chi vede solo acqua?
Il mare d’inverno, quel senso di solitudine simile ad una festa di compleanno appena terminata. L’estate densa ed impegnata ha lasciato spazio al silenzio delle onde del mare. Lui è lì con le sue forme, i suoi colori, a rappresentare quel senso di libertà assoluta, ogni angolo racconta il nostro passaggio.
Gli odori ed i colori sgargianti rimangono lì a farci immaginare la nuova estate che stà arrivando.
How do you explain the sea to someone who only sees water?
The sea in winter, that sense of solitude similar to a birthday party just ended. The dense and busy summer has given way to the silence of the sea waves. He is there with his shapes, his colors, to represent that sense of absolute freedom, every corner tells our passage.
The smells and the bright colors remain there to make us imagine the new summer that is coming.
The sea in winter, that sense of solitude similar to a birthday party just ended. The dense and busy summer has given way to the silence of the sea waves. He is there with his shapes, his colors, to represent that sense of absolute freedom, every corner tells our passage.
The smells and the bright colors remain there to make us imagine the new summer that is coming.
