The blue line
I walk. I do that when I can. I drive to the seaside, I park, I get out and I walk. Until have time; until my legs will hold me. The only reference is the infinite blue line of the horizon.
My journey is always different. Only I decide where to go and when to stay. I listen to a stranger telling a story, I bump into an object returned from the sea; a mirage makes fun of me.
Time passes and walking become a therapy for the brain and the mind. Meanwhile, I discover a new
way of looking at things, and the way I see my own self within.
I go back home and I’m so tired, each time skinnier, each time richer. My head filled with images, influences
and new ideas about the next journey.