WATER
finally reach the sea and be alone with the sounds of nature
and smell the salty arrive with the roar of the waves;
and walk along the shoreline, taking care to avoid the water
and then run towards the wind to feel his caress;
and watch the horizon for
lost his eyes and count the dunes, one by one to get lost in the sand;
and feel free with your body and mind
and finally exit out of the tangle of their own turmoil ;
and can finally leave your heart and let it rock
noise Wind and sea
and hold it as a baby in her arms;
and hear the sound of waves and wind
and the rustle of the sand along with your breath,
and lost his eyes in the colors of 'water. And far
the horizon to see the outline of a boat;
to be on board and think and feel far away,
master of the sea on the whole only small boat
and greet the sea and embrace them in the eye, and think
from the boat that the earth seems so far away
and that you might not see a man on sand.
And feel the water rocking, moving with the wind;
and feel a drop of water that is brought ... who knows where .......
and lost his eyes in search of the boundary between sea and sky,
feel immersed in the great mystery of life ............
and I hear a beautiful peace their way through the conflict of thoughts inside.
and experience the thrill of beauty without realizing
e senza doverlo poi in qualche modo commentare,
perché troppo semplice e grande insieme................
E capire che la grande acqua è buona ....e sentire di volere
parlare al mare e al cielo e alla terra e alle barche
e a tutto quello che vedo e che sento........
E sit on the sand and take her hands;
and dig a hole and get to the water.
And feel a joy come from within
understand and to be back a little 'baby ....
finally reach the sea and be alone with the sounds of nature
and smell the salty arrive with the roar of the waves;
and walk along the shoreline, taking care to avoid the water
and then run towards the wind to feel his caress;
and watch the horizon for
lost his eyes and count the dunes, one by one to get lost in the sand;
and feel free with your body and mind
and finally exit out of the tangle of their own turmoil ;
and can finally leave your heart and let it rock
noise Wind and sea
and hold it as a baby in her arms;
and hear the sound of waves and wind
and the rustle of the sand along with your breath,
and lost his eyes in the colors of 'water. And far
the horizon to see the outline of a boat;
to be on board and think and feel far away,
master of the sea on the whole only small boat
and greet the sea and embrace them in the eye, and think
from the boat that the earth seems so far away
and that you might not see a man on sand.
And feel the water rocking, moving with the wind;
and feel a drop of water that is brought ... who knows where .......
and lost his eyes in search of the boundary between sea and sky,
feel immersed in the great mystery of life ............
and I hear a beautiful peace their way through the conflict of thoughts inside.
and experience the thrill of beauty without realizing
e senza doverlo poi in qualche modo commentare,
perché troppo semplice e grande insieme................
E capire che la grande acqua è buona ....e sentire di volere
parlare al mare e al cielo e alla terra e alle barche
e a tutto quello che vedo e che sento........
E sit on the sand and take her hands;
and dig a hole and get to the water.
And feel a joy come from within
understand and to be back a little 'baby ....
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