I have different colors on each beach.
Fragments of the colors of my land surrendered to the sea, smooth and soft as the sky on some days on the tiles of blue gray.
And it is the gray that dominates as a cloak austere and jealous that only opens the eyes more 'careful.
walk on, with fatigue, including drystone walls that limit the look and often only smelling the heat of slate cooked by the sun and the stones of the road salt can figure out where to go.
Then, suddenly, over the last wall, you see, laggù, majestic, often more 'gray than blue, too. Sometimes brilliant pearl necklaces angry foam that bite the cliffs.
You sit there in the small band stolen away to the mountain and feel but its intense perfume and her voice.
gaze can not do it just to get used to the light, the width of the gulf and slowly eased the sunset colors, sometimes blue sometimes fire, fade back in gray.
Like a pearl in the shell contained more 'anonymous my land is precious and knows how to be loved only by those who have the patience of the farmer who has dug into the mountain and the fisherman on the night turn on the silent sea of \u200b\u200blights.
rita
