Clutching slabs of memories, eroded by the winds.
and this infinite ribbon will become ocean and tides, walking my soul.
There, where the time ends, me and you together.
Sometimes, beauty reveals to our eyes in the most unexpected ways. This is a photographic report of one of those fragile moments. I was in Lignano, a sea-place close to Venice (Italy), waiting for my work colleagues to meet me early in the morning. There was a good light and a good mood. In this post, I decided to not be too much descriptive but to entrust my feelings to poetry. I hope you enjoyed it as much as me.
