Hi, readers.
This is a short extract from a pantheistic winter tale.
Finally on the sea side.
I walked and walked.
It is a very sunny day.
The sunlight is everywhere,
is in the air I breathe, in the shells, on the seagull's neck, on the ruined pier.
I breathe as much as I can.
I want to be fed by the sea, I want to drink it, and so I taste it, just in time to run away from a wave.
My ears are fulfilled by the the power of the sound coming from the clash between the earth and the water, the sound that makes me feel like 'one', like part of this 'all' called Nature.
Luca Fredianelli , Brighton , 8 January 2008
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