Gear of passing time on a beach, does not have human limitations.
The passing is just flowing, and fluid and rhythmic.
are waves, which are repeated but are never the same for themselves. And what moves them, and foamy inexhaustible, is an invisible platform.
E 'wind, chasing dots of sand, and inciting the dots of your pretty skin crawl. And this combination , which could go on forever, insipiegabilmente managed to not get bored. Because a fragment of wave ripples in a different way each time, because the sea is a chorus of voices calling from side to side. Because the main gear - the sun - in fact it moves really, almost follow the rules of mortals. But he has the gift, Him, to move transmitting immobility, or maybe forever, like the waves and wind. So
cos' is the sun that gives strength to the first color and then fades nell'arancio them?
The sun is the means, it's an eye that observes the mortal and immortal, is a conductor, that harmonizes two such different times, one intended to continue forever, the other end.
Maybe that's why the sun every day makes you feel less alone a human being in his death. Comforts his eyes, pretending to be too 'condemned it in the end, and in so doing is hiding behind the skyline.
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