Perhaps dreams are somehow scattered up above like tiny seeds and one ought to slowly grow towards them day by day, breath by breath, carefully mounting the treacherous ladder of the so impetuous fears, while leaving behind the powerful roots of nothing else but Hope itself.
Autumn wears earrings and long silky golden hemmed garments, so incredibly plentiful that even the mildest breath of wind tears them apart little by little, until the very moment when She finds herself almost entirely stripped and ready to put on the white frozen robe of Winter.
The unexplained calmness of the vast Sea may be nothing more than an empty dream because with every fizzy wave the Unknown is one step closer to settling in.
What if we wandered again the narrow streets of Love in that very, very old village which even Time seems to have forgotten about?
With soft and delicate steps, the Sun backed away leaving behind a sky painted in pastels.
When the beauty of Nature steals your words one by one until you remain there, mesmerized and feeling so small, with only the lullaby of the Emerald Sea singing in your ears like a solemn hymn – never the same, yet always different…
The sudden calmness of the infinite Sea appeared out of the blue at the beginning, but after some brief moments, I understood that the waves were silent in order to let the heights speak.