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sun setting

I found myself at dusk on a stretch of coast where I was not there ever been, not that "special moment".

At that time the people he goes home to cook dinner, wash the dirty sons of the sand of the day, to remove the salt and sweat and prepare for a good meal in front of the TV. ..
At that time there is not much space for idle and useless thoughts like those that sometimes comes over me, and there is not much time to abbandonarcisi, not all have the good fortune of not having to always take care of household chores ... sometimes this is yes, a fortune.

I went down to the water, some rocks and boulders of concrete form a little tongue in reddish blue dish of the evening.

I have only a few steps and those twenty meters away from me everything: the sounds are muffled, the lapping salty prevails and that rocks me slow in its noise.

An old fisherman little farther, longer and rearranges its networks, but did not take much is one with the rocks and sea, and with the sun ....
From a distance comes the outline of the island of EEA to strike the imagination and memories of when I was little.
The voices of children are still on the beach away, you lose, I am a gull passing overhead, a few feet, exploring the water, try, fly away ...

I sit, the stone is hard, spunzoso salt and something that hurts, but I sit down too because I want to listen, stop and "feel" ...

The sun goes down, slow, continuous, unstoppable ... and its wake a trail road dall'infinto to me ... I feel the rays on his back and his warm embrace to my soul.

Suddenly, as if a strange air was entering into the hearts I feel that something is happening in the scene to which they belong.

The sunset is repeated every day, take it for granted, but at that moment ... it seems as if a spell hit everyone who plays, who arranges the house, who the junk in the car system, something of God touches us and perhaps unaware, all the feel ...
The sunset in silence in that time ago, is a moment, a moment that escapes immediately, but for a moment I saw something that may never revive.

With a nutshell, my, I can only say a kind of "divine " I can not find another word to describe it ... but still, after days, and now it redraws the scene on the paper, I feel it inside me, was, along with the smell of salt and the slow lapping of the blue every night repeats his ritual.