The most beautiful sea of \u200b\u200bmy life. Opening the window of what was my room for hours and even if for a few days, I could see it.
in the distance. I have never seen a beach like that, even at dawn, even on rainy days or quiet apparent. I think I deserved and essermelo enough, but I do not know why, it's been too many years now. The calm
date from the first light of morning soon born from the ashes of the night before, without being in the past letto di nessuno, col cuscino ancora intatto dal passaggio della donna delle pulizie. Chi l'ha detto che alle 6 meno venti del mattino il caffè sia meglio di una birra fredda?
E' solo questione di abitudine.
Una stanza non mia, un letto non mio, una finestra non mia. Amici a condividere gli odori.
Però ciò che è intorno è anche mio, partendo dall'aria che respiro sino al mare, con tutto quello che ci sta in mezzo. Fino al mare appunto.
Perchè tutto il Mondo sia meritevole di essere, senza necessità o aiuti.
Quella calma piatta del mare d'inverno, anche se è Agosto e il sole comincia a dare cenni di esserci, educatamente ma con insistenza.
Guardare fermi fuori dalla finestra, a slight breeze to stay awake, someone snoring in the background, others are considering whether to stay or to remain vigilant to wait for the sun.
A sip of beer to calculate the length of thought, to hear how long it takes to be there in the middle of the sea. My breath has the aroma of the beer drunk in the evening, but does the same a small cloud as it exits the mouth, perhaps from the cold, perhaps due to moisture.
As a child I liked to think that those clouds were the words, the weight of words, a "hello" or "you are, please."
Even breathing is less labored than I think.
From the window I see the sky and the sea flat calm and relax thinking that maybe one day I will be so. Together seem to get lost in the infinity up to a point where I'll never get even with your eyes closed.
The line that divides the sky and the sea has never been as clear as that morning.
At that moment I wanted to cry thinking they could write about everything without knowing anything.
shit from head to 
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