« The sea is a language which we have lost the sens » J.L. Borges
The Mediterranean, this one. The sun.
Any Writing on the water ?
The vilent rumour of the wind on the sea.
The wild voice of the writing on the sea.
Some childlike fictions in the writing of the sea , certainly very cruels,
Some games of war.
Lost language.
Supreme Childhood
It is the sea wich win. Well Done.