The blue line / La linea blu
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I walk. I do it when I can. I drive to the seaside, I park, I get out and I walk. Until have time. Until my legs 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 stop. I listen to a stranger telling a story, I bump into an object washed up by the sea. A mirage makes fun of me.
Time passes and walking turns into 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 am so tired, each time skinnier but richer. My head filled with images, impressions
and new ideas for the next journey.
I walk. I do it when I can. I drive to the seaside, I park, I get out and I walk. Until have time. Until my legs 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 stop. I listen to a stranger telling a story, I bump into an object washed up by the sea. A mirage makes fun of me.
Time passes and walking turns into 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 am so tired, each time skinnier but richer. My head filled with images, impressions
and new ideas for the next journey.
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