Pine trees, far establishments, with closed windows and plastic colours...

old cans left on the road with no data, cigarette butts emerging from the sand:

these and other objects, while I was walking approaching to the sea, asked for more attention.

The sea is always the same: it is what has been mounted around - I was understanding - that has the power to fix it with all these tiny details in the map of personal memories.

lignano 1997

 

Lignano Sabbiadoro, March