From the window of my room, far away, I see a small strip of sea. On it, a ship, a gray ball that allows me to understand the model. But it is a given redundant. Golden Virginia in the air. I try to imagine where it comes from the hull, to where it is Direct. People there on board. Maybe at this moment there is someone who smokes on the deck and watch the coast away aft. They are simple thoughts and reflections of a few minutes. Wind and yet they are sometimes too cool days in real estate. Always on the go, for business, and little time to breathe. But not the kind of movement that I like. E 'dirty
material. Here there is the smell of salt air that is breathed in Copenhagen. Here is dust and old stuff. People adrift, helpless as you jostle in a tavern, hungry for a piece of bread. It will not be a jacket and tie to make them better. Only life on the high seas could be. But they have the character from townspeople.
First day of Fall
and I wake up to the tune of falling rain. I look forward to the leaves and the cool wind, but really cool. The warmth of a scarf and the pleasure of wine on cold evenings of tobacco. Look . Look, yes, I also take to sea. And let the dust and the stern old stuff. Never trust, never.
Photo: Nave Palinuro school in Ortigia, taken by the Captain.
I always thought that change is just to keep themselves 
E così ieri ho allacciato gli scarponi, preparato uno zaino leggero, impugnato il mio bastone di betulla. E sono andato. Salire. Sfidare da 
Photo: Etna East side of white gulls. Wherever boats and canoes and tastes of the sea "
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Along the road should be straight away,