A new year has already begun, leaving us the unspeakable past behind and a whole fresh one to live enjoy and experience.
That unnamable year is not ever worth to call it so, everyone's lives were clenched by something new that scared the hell out of us all, we were so unprepared that we're still struggling setting new rules of a new normal that we are incapable to think it at what could now become standard or ever.
I am stressed more than ever and depression is kicking me back too, leaving me unhappy when I should be the happiest person on planet Earth: living with the love of my life and having an amazing family that supports me in everything I do.
But something big is missing, huge parts of me that I forgot to take care of for a way too long time, and my soul is having enough of not doing the things I am supposed to do as a Lorenzo.
I was Lorenzo, I am Lorenzo and I will be that Lorenzo that you want me to be, but just hold on to it damn it, this is not a good time to be unhappy.
Gosh that was a pretty depressing blog post, if you made it until the end I am ok, I’ll be back in a few with a more enthusiastic story,
love you all,
Lorenzo.
It all started back in 2007, when the iPhone went public. It shoved the path of our modern smartphones, creating a closed and safe environment for all of its users with what we always knew as iOS. It was and it still is a little bit too guarded, a little bit too sealed for signor computer scientists used to a machine like Windows, Mac or Linux, where they have full freedom to control over the operating system with countless possibilities for customization and script/app developments.
It was inevitable.
If you create an enclosed and safe environment some people are always going to find ways to break in-n-out of it, for no particular reason but to gain the reassurance of being the one who is still being in control having a sort of independence. I get it, we all want to customize our devices as we please but Apple made that hard to their customers for mixed reasons, and no wonder why is still one of the tech companies with the best customer satisfaction. Look at Android for instance, you can install it literally everywhere, but at the finale developers struggle to keep up with all of its devices that often ends in either have to test their apps on every possible gadget, leading to consume lots of team resources, or that their app that might not be fully compatible for all of its users, leaving many unexpected bugs and crashes behind.
So, Revolution it is. Fortnite didn’t started it, it was just a sparkle that made the fire stronger. Cydia and Jailbreaks were the pioneers of it, then there was that amazing app called Delta that never made it to the App Store because of its strict guidelines, so people found ways to install it anyways, App Store or not.
Despite the fact that iOS is still not as customizable as a Mac, and no intention from Apple to merge the two, we have many different options to: buy, install or create our own cool apps that Apple won’t allow releasing on its own store. We have Shortcuts, you can play around for pretty much everything with them, then TestFlight Apple’s own app that makes possible for developers to distribute their apps prior the debut to the App Store for the sole scope to let users beta test their algorithms. And with TestFlight another indie App Store was born, a place where every app is free and not fully overseen by the App Store big eyes (aka strict guidelines), so now developers have even more control on their creations with Airport.
As a user you have to submit a request to join their TestFlight beta (that is beta just for incognito reasons at Apple) and you’re all in. I’ve been personally addicted by checking even multiple times a day, what developers can do with it, and we’re off to a great start, a beginning of a cold war of App Stores.
I know, it’s been a while since our last blog-chat and I would be lying if I say I was busy, I’ve been not busy at all in the past few months, let’s just say drowsy and with many thoughts in my mind.
Speaking of which, what the hell happened to this world since then?
We, all together rediscovered the beauty of baking, spending more quality time with our own families, partaking our creativity beyond our four-boxed home walls to break all together this awful boredom to those invisible fences that this pandemic raised.
There’s a beauty behind it, underneath this awful situation darker than our past WW fights some might say: we’re living an unprecedented time, nothing as big as this happened in history and we’re learning, learning to be more decent human beings, not only with ourselves but for our beautiful planet I like to call home as well.
We are learning to remove all this clutter we created with innovation in the past decades.
Hopefully when all this will be history we will not forget what it means to be united, to fight and live for shared ideals such as repairing this environmental mess we made, or by having simpler meaningful lives like every one of us used to be blessed with.
Soon enough all of this will be over, we’ll win the battle like we always did for everything, but we just need to hold tight and do our own little part: everybody, unified.
For one reason or another I’ve been living in the Philippines for nearly seven months and counting now with my love and his amazing family.
I’ve had so many amazing unrepeatable experiences that I wouldn’t trade for anything in this world, I feel like I’m the luckiest person alive.
Now I’m stuck here for who knows how long, every state in the world keeps on extending their own strict quarantines, which I don’t really mind, I do LOVE to be able to live with my better half, waking up next to him every single day is the dreamiest of dreams, but not working enhanced my depression making an awful gloomy comeback.
Lorenzo is really not the kind of person capable of staying home doing unproductive chores, so I need to get back to work as soon as the situation allows, also because funds and UK permit are about to expire.
I dream of living with my partner, and we’ll get there, sadly we need to go back to long distance for a while once again and that will surely break both of our hearts, but who’s favorite story lacks following a bit of drama?
I want to be able to walk with my camera laced on my arm, ready to capture whatever my eye tells me to frame, I want to hug my parents and grandparents, I want to go out and eat pizza with them again (yes, ok, I’m Italian), I want to travel, I want to have a family, I’ve so many amazing things to do before I will farewell this reality and I cannot wait to be able to start with something all over again.
Keep up and stay safe everyone in the meantime,
Love,
Lorenzo.
I recently got back in London from another memorable adventure in East Asia with my Love, and to be honest I haven’t been posting much of it ever since, so I will try to fix this starting today.
So I was happy .. Wait .. What am I saying? .. I ..
I was having the time of my life, exponentially exploding of happiness by all of the positive loving vibes I was surrounded by with each day that passed it, and it was never meant to come to an end, but let’s keep up by saying to a pause.
Cause the period I’m in now it’ll pass, it has to.
I live to work, I wake up to work, I want to ban weekends to work 5/5 days, even if what I do is a job that doesn’t satisfy me, a job that makes me worthless, a job that I wish nobody would ever do in my position with all of my dreams.
I want all of this so time will go quicker, quicker than ever to reach few months in the future from now, when I will finally spend the rest of my life with the man I am truly and deeply in Love with.
Jumping back to the topic of what these three weeks were and why I didn’t post much around, well ..
We traveled all across Malaysia, explored another mesmerising spot in the Philippines with all of his loving family and lost ourselves in the magical Singaporean land.
It was the time we were both anxiously waiting for six long depressing months, and then me made it, being together again, best travel and life buddies.
The first week and a half was a bit of waiting for our trips to happen, but still we did some memorable and new stuff too, exploring for me a bit more of the amazing Filipino culture I now feel fully immersed in. The second weekend was spent in an amazing beach spot in south Negros known as Sipalay: a beach surrounded by mountains .. I know, I didn’t understand it either up until I’ve seen it with my eyes, and everyone should experience that because it was gorgeous.
Moving on we took a flight to Singapore, a country new for both of us, where we could really start to be truly explorers for the first time together .. Here we did and explored all sort of things, and photoshoots after another we landed to the Universal Studios where we tried the thrill of not one, but two of the highest interlaced roller coasters in the world, it was crazy but fun.
Then Palau Ubin, an island where we could have seen the real Singapore of the 50s and getting lost with our rented bikes on the trail paths of this island.
And how to forget this, we even have been feeling rich for a night in the forbidden Marina Bay Sands infinity pool, still crazy to think that we have made it.
From Singapore we tried also for a night the less hotter yet still great city of Malaysia known as Kuala Lumpur, I’ve been back to the amazing Batu Caves where this time I could have really seen the beauty of it by getting lost with our eyes in the colourful steps and temples that they redecorated thorough these couple of years.
We had the time of our lives again, and we cannot wait to have countless more starting by the end of this year, just stick with us, is gonna be great!
For now here’s a video of our recent second adventure, I hope it will make you feel a glimpse of enjoyment as much as we did.
I should have probably have written this sooner, but with life and work, here I am doing it now.
More than a month has already passed from the incredible travel I had in the Philippines, and I can’t stop telling you how much I would love to go back, especially with this crazy, freezing, rainy, depressing London weather.
It’s been twenty eight memorable days of incredible experiences, not just like been traveling, but being completely immersed into the Filipino culture.
But I think I need to flashback you on this story for a second, or a paragraph 😉.
Two years ago, like currently, I was really into the Instagram game, and sometimes I casually spammed likes across strategically chosen hashtags in order to gain some likes and followers back. As I was using Filmborn as one of my main editing apps on my iPhone, I’ve been looking through this tag as well to see what creators using the same editing software were sharing; and one of this photos that I hearted changed my life in a way I would never have imagined.
By liking this picture I met the best person I will ever know, and eventually, fell in love with him.
And to think that it all started by a like of a random tag on a random photo sharing platform, it’s something quite incredible, or as someone would say: destiny.
So we started exchanging messages, and video calls for then not being able to think a life without us, so we fell in love.
But it was all on the internet, in this gigantic imaginary cloud that connects us to this huge home we’re living called Earth, in such wise it was only logical to take a step forward.
Therefor we planned our first meet in person with a travel around Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand; but for some diabolical black forces beyond our control, our plan we had been dying to do miserably failed, but we didn’t give up, in fact our love grew stronger than ever.
After two years we’ve been able to remake our plan, and this time we made it!
We finally met!
Traveling together in one of the best countries I've been lucky enough to visit: the Philippines.
I don’t even know where to start to share the many beautiful memorable moments we had. I’ve been meeting the love of my life, his family, his gorgeous Avalon, I’m so grateful and blessed for all it.
What I only wish now is for time to go faster, faster than ever until the day we are meeting again.
Another month is passing by like nothing happened, faster than a blink of an eye, but a lot had happened.
It’s odd, isn’t it?
Having our minds always running into the present simple makes us forget all we had done so far this year, and it’s damn scary …
Damn scary 2019 is just another wink away.
These days are getting on so fast too quickly, and in a way I’m happy.
So many different things changed since I’m living here in the UK, the country I had dreamt to be and now I am.
I found a job, my first (ok actually second, or third) ever job, and so far I’m loving it, for all the awesome work mates around me.
I’m living alone which is not a bad thing, but it kills me that is half a planet away from my other half, my family and friends.
This day, thirty first of August has so many different connotations, it used to be sad with the school period restarting, is also a period of change, and the end of my favorite month: Summer.
But don’t you worry Summer, I’m coming, chasing back on you, in fact soon enough I’ll be on a plane flying towards Dubai and then the Philippines where I’ll be spending an entire month, and I can’t help myself but having my head over heels.
I’m looking forward to this to happen for way too long, it’s been years!
And I cannot wait for telling you all about it.
The joy when finally the day comes, it feels like a Christmas morning, and that lost feeling is one of the greatest of all.
That’s how I love to think about film cameras, the knowing and at the same time not knowing of what a picture you just made is.
Kind of like the Schrodinger’s cat paradox, applied into our amazing photography world.
So it started, few weeks ago I decided to go out for a walk in East London with only one camera, and that was my beloved film Yashica FX-3, loaded with an expired Ilford HP5.
An area of London I wasn’t aware of it yet, a great place for lots of photographic inspirations … Industrial design mingled with futuristic cityscapes, how could have I missed this spot for so long?
I am such a huge fan of industrial design abandoned kinda places, and yet it got me full surprised of what I found by the Thames barrier, in a city I was convinced to know every sight of.
A great walking discovery of 19 shots, that I hope y’all will enjoy.
Today I want to talk you about what I’ve been doing in the past week.
I felt tired, fatty fat fat, and lazy so, I figured I had to change something in my life, before it would have been too late. I love exercising and having an healthy kind of lifestyle, but since I moved in here some weird trigger switched up in my vast crazy mind that made me lazier and unhealthy than ever.
I become vegan, that much is true.
And I can assure you that you could find as many junk foods as you want, even on a vegan diet.
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Grocery stores are set-up paradises, with isles fulfill of eatable devils, accompanied by spells that wishes you to take ‘em home and eat ‘em as much and quickly as possible.
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So yeah, I wanted to have a break by this naughty habit I’ve been created, and so it began.
First I set up a goal of running every single day no matter what.
Am I tired? It doesn’t matter.
Is it rainy? It doesn’t matter.
Is it freezing? Guess what? It doesn’t have to matter.
No excuses to what I wanted to achieve.
First week has passed and I feel better than ever, I’m not tired anymore, I don’t crave sugary food as I used to, and I’ve got so much energies to burn in a day.
Call me crazy, but I feel like this could be a new path towards an habit I’ve been musing for too long.
Oh weekends, my lovely little weekends: sometimes boring and infinite, other times exciting and amazing; this was one of these.
I’m so glad I did what I did.
First had to be by the sea, you know how much I miss it.
But Brighton with Clacton-on-sea are off the list, I wanted to taste something new.
So, what was left, doable for a single day … Oh yeah, there’s this place close to France on the English channel famous for his amazing landscapes of high white cliffs.
So, Dover it was, and I would come back in an heartbeat.
I’ve got to be honest, I’m not a fan of the town: an overdeveloped industrial portal busy city sounds everything but lovely. But then, oh then!
Away from the chaos, just with a little hike over the hills, these wonderful majestic landscapes started to show up, and oh my lord it was indeed incredible.
Is nothing you could experience with a picture or a video, I wasn’t aware of the beauty of these cheesecakes (or how I like to call ‘em) that hits you with fascination mixed by a spark of freedom and a hint of terror, I wouldn’t like to fall down one of these cliffs, I’d still like to live a little bit more please.
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Contemplating the blue horizon,
fearing these white ridges,
while walking on a green carpet.
Like an ol’ good cheesecake,
sweet ’n sour goodness.
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So yeah, this is how I spent a portion of one of my weekends, and are still yet more to come before October, the month I am looking for ages to happen.
This new life of mine, but not new me.
I’m still the ol’ good Lorenzo you know … And Lorenzo back in his home was so attached to his family and loved ones.
I was dreaming, dreaming of where I am living right now, but I’m still not happy.
I’m missing something, someone…
Love is all I’m missing here, and although I’m surrounded by it when I’m with my workmates and friends (if I do, jokes on me), I still feel that hole in my heart.
“There’s this thing called the internet though” someone would say it.
“And this thing where you can send messages live, wherever and whenever you feel like it to your closest ones” someone else’s would interject.
“So you wouldn’t feel lonely” others would follow.
"Yes yes I agree, but.
But is not the same.” I would counter.
Growing up and getting out of the shell is hard.
No more stability, that feeling of being safe at all times, and although I know I could always count on that, I don’t want to go back anymore. I would, I would love it so bad, but I don’t want to.
Why? What is happening inside that mad mind of mine?
I’m a grownup, my mind’s a grownup, and wants to count just on itself, with few exceptions of course, like the one of a second half, that is of course on the other side of this world. Ha! Hilarious, right?
Long distance.
Sometimes I’d like to leave everything on my shoulders, catch that long flight even for a minute, a minute face to face, heart to heart, that the internet is not capable of allude us.
Maybe the Oasis would, but that is just a Spielberg film inspired by the amazing book by Ernest Cline, that I encourage y’all to read.
Sometimes it hurts a little, sometimes it’s all good, and other times there’s so much pain that I’m not even able to set out words, neither lines on paper.
And that brings me back on Time.
Time is all we need.
Sometimes we wish would go faster,
occasionally slower,
but that bastard has the same seconds in every minute,
same days in every year,
no
matter
what.
you’ve been great, but now please, let us have Spring.
What a lovely freezing week we just had here in London, it sure has been memorable.
Just by the moment we thought to see Spring, Emma delighted us with minus temperatures, icy breezes and fluffy rain flakes that covered our lovely scapes with a bright white fabric, for everyone of us to see and enjoy.
E. made me had a glimpse to the past, when I used to travel with my family in this exact period of the year, for what were our usual white holidays, skiing and snowing in these fun long white carpets, naturally rolled downhill.
Haven’t seen that much snow ever since.
It’s been gorgeous.
Other than working full time, and riding my bike back and forth in the thick snow this whole weekday, where everyone made fun and warned me about how dangerous could it be 😆, as soon as the weekend approached, I had the opportunity to have my first run in these peculiar meteorological conditions …
It was astonishing, I can’t even describe how happy I was, been surely iced head to toes, but I would do that again a hundred more times if I could.
I’ve been crazy, loony enough to go out with shorts … And just racing like a good old Forest would have done, a never stopping bolt.
Another nice memory I have about this snowfall, is walking around the Abney cemetery, it was so incredible discovering it under a much brighter and quieter perspective, felt kind of like strolling into a mystical movie set.
Oh yeah, how I could I forget that, just yesterday I hopped on a train to Richmond, in hoping to see more snow than it were in East London, but I was wrong, everywhere it was already melting … Too far, too late.
But the remarkable landscapes of this place are always entertainingly restful, so I walked and chilled through the now muddy paths of what I like to think as the Avalon of London.
But that’s enough Emma, really, thanks, we all had a good time, but please let us enjoy what it should be next, while mr. Spring awaits us all, I am already setting my eyes into Summer.
Weird year it's been, well it’s not over yet, is it?
So far this is coming to be the strangest and most challenging one of my entire existence.
In earliest instances I would go to school in the winter, then have a little break in the summer, for restarting again my awkward, social-less, at times exciting school life.
But what have happened …
I’ve used to be in a bubble since I were born, and suddenly it all disappears?
Why am I here … Where this will lead me to?
It’s terrifying,
frightening more than the scariest movie of all.
It has ups and downs: ups when I forget about it, and downs when I re-sort all of these thoughts in mind by thinking in the most down-to-earth way. But what is real?
Are we really who we think we are, do we see what we really see, do we think what we really want to think?
Are we in the Matrix?
Is this all of a sort of experiment created by a kid on a school project in another unknown dimension? Is that what really is … space? Galaxies? Black holes?
Bubbles
Pop’
An hymn to life
Pop’
Duties here they come
Pop’
A flying crow over our souls
See what I do when I think too much on a recurring question? Ahhh … The perks of being in my brain … Okay … I guess I should just move on, and re-jump into whatever the first topic of this post was all about.
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..Oh yes, change.
Change … At the same time exciting, intriguing, with new potentials and lights to be followed.
This year has started in the most different way.
I travelled, and that felt great, you know how much I love to pursuit new adventures around the world with a camera around my neck, ready to capture whatever attire my eyes’ attention.
So I’ve been to Asia, where I’ve got to experience a totally different culture, food and people.
Then Australia, land of the nature, where you are surrounded by cute and at times dangerous animals, a place to be lived.
So Sardinia, breathtaking island in the middle of Mediterranean sea, land of traditions, beaches and flamingoes.
Suddenly here I am. In my favorite city of my favorite country, who would have thought?
London, to be clear, the one based in England.
Oh men I love this place, I always dreamt to be living a portion of my life up there, and luckily is no longer a dream.
Certainly the weather sucks, not gonna lie, but there is something there, something that makes this place special, so special to be called home.
So I’m here, seeking for a new (hopefully) exciting carrier in my new independent life bubble, and I cannot wait to tell you all about it.
It’s now 5.30 and we’re ready to leave, ready for our early expedition seeking the downtime and sunrise at the top of Chia’s tower.
So we go, jump in our car and drive off for a ten minutes ride.
Reached the beach it’s already something of marvelous: we caught the down colors just at the right time, just at the perfect instant, were the saturation was at its best.
Captured, framed, and imprinted that memory on our SDs, iPhones and neurons.
A cold breeze is coming through the softly blowing wind, so it reaches our naked feet on the dark frozen morning sand, at this point I have to try it … Suddenly wetting mine in the now warmer salty water of the sea.
It’s a good feeling, a felling of freedom, a felling of melting with mother nature, a must call for our anything-could-happen adventure. Now, time to hike the hill.
So we did, we’re now in front of the tower, that magnificent tower that Sardinians once used to control and send instant messages thorough the whole island, a remarkable piece of history.
But history is nothing against the sun’s light coming up the cloudy horizon.
So we waited, and waited, captured more photos, and again, waited. There it is, beyond the final cloud, our lovely nearby warm star is ultimately showing up for the joy of our lenses to see.
It’s been wonderful … What a great end to start the day, a day that has yet to be lived.
Morning Change - a poem
Dark spots of light
rowdy solitude silence
everywhere alone
everywhere empty
anywhere to go
anywhere to be found
abruptly,
a rhapsody of colors is fading
is now blue yonder
by the great rays
of our God’s eye.
Sadness, relief, melancholy, happiness; and again, sorrow. These are the mixed emotions that I usually feel every time I reach the end of something I do, follow or be.
In any way I should at least try, try to set my mind free from this obstructive ideas, and I’m actually figuring out that writing this piece isn’t helping at all.
Let’s try to unfold my emotions then, so that the problem of my sadness could be analyzed and hopefully fixed.
I’m sad, sad of leaving a place I’ve been living for nearly three weeks, three weeks are a lot, I just settled here, and suddenly I’ve got to leave? Leave for then re-settle elsewhere? Why? What’s the point of doing that now? Give me a break changing future!
I’m a creature of habits, I love going to bed after sunset and waking up before sunrise, and I do a sort of ritual every night that my sister would laugh and joke around about it, so change is always difficult for me, I don't know where my life is going to be leading me tomorrow, and I’m hell scared the out of it!
Of course I’m gonna be back at my birthplace, uploading and sorting gigabytes and gigabytes of photos captured during these three weeks from my lovely 27” iMac, and why not, also from my past south-Asian trip I recently took, but what then?
I’m sure I’ll figure something out to do, like I always did, but not knowing it NOW, makes me frightened.
Hymn To The Sand
Oh pure beaches,
dwarf pebbles made out of
shells,
sea creatures,
rocks.
you’ll be missed.
like the ocean’s missing land
waiting for a comeback
a waving rejoin to ground.
Change alone doesn’t make me sad, there’s also lots of melancholy going on today. All of the memories I’ve been shared and created with three awesome people, people that made this trip a lot easier and a lot more enjoyable, yes, indeed, you settled in one of the happiest place of my mind as long as I’ll remember, and I’ll always be thankful for that.
Now the happier part, I don’t want to make you all the way down, let’s conclude by boosting our moods up a bit, the last few paragraphs were very gloomy.
Luckily, the other side of my mind thinks that a journey is good, no matter where this will lead me to, or what the cruising vehicle would be, a conveyance is always a great way to change things for the better.
I LOVE taking airplanes (even though that’s not the case), trains, boats, even driving a cheap bad looking car, as long as that would made me hop on a long journey.
The loving part I think is the unpredictability of what a whatever the crossing would be.
Getting out there and look at things differently, that always fascinated me.
On an airplane you’ve got to see earth from a different perspective; on a ground mean of transport streets and roads and landscapes you never thought would existed; and on a boat cruising water, incredible horizons filled with one of a kind sunrises and sunsets, with why not, a greet from some dolphins on the way.
I can’t stop telling you that I love it, I love it so much, so let me go now, my mind is on a-bit-of-a-hurry, but first a last dip into the sea, to make this, a day to be sealed in one of my glorious memories.
I can’t stop telling you that this is an absolute paradise.
Not a dream, not a vision, this is the place I dreamt to be, and now I am.
I’ve been traveling there for almost every year since my birth, but I never got to experience that beauty at this time of year up until now.
May, may I call you magical, ‘cause you are … You are an absolute beast for these seascapes.
I usually get here in July/August with my family, and this pond is generally very small due to the warmer season that causes evaporation of the water (but I don’t wanna fall into scientific details, even because I don’t know any, okay … maybe for another time nerd Lorenzo), but May, oh May you kept my heart away.
May I call you lake at this point (alright, enough playing around with the word May - mayday to myself … Okay, fine … I promise … With that I’m over it), a “lake” with lovely fauna, that the more I look at it, the more I love it.
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Every second,
every minute,
every hour,
I’m enjoying it more and more.
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I could stare and frame moments of it the whole day, but the best timing (also under the photographer aspect) is early in the morning or late in the afternoon … Is at this bit of the day that Flamingoes come and go … Walking up and down with their funny tallish legs, in search of food, swimming and walking at the bottom of the pond, having a nice time with great company of their siblings, friends and/or partners.
Then the magic happens, suddenly one unfolds his wings and takes off to the sea’s horizon, cruising for a better place to stay at night, and two are instantly following the first, and then three, four … I promptly lost count of them … They’re everywhere in the sky, while we (humans) rest and play on the sands of this wonderful Avalon.
The blue yonder is all at once enriched with pure colors of white, pink and black, stamping a smile on us while it’s stealing a small piece of our heart that will be lost forever, forever there, ready to be found again.
Flamingoes - a poem
Eating,
walking,
resting,
Suddenly flying over
away from that pond
in search of oasis
This beach is full of surprises, little surprises that make the stay unforgetabble.
Most of the time you wouldn’t see or encount anyone, but if you come at the right time, when the tide is not so low yet not so high, you might be able to experience something of incredible.
An uncountable number of sea creatures appear from the bottom of the sand to live their life.
For us the light keeps us awake, to them is the chainging of tide. Growing up the ground are dancing throughout the oceanside together working on painting the beach with tiny little sand balls while eating anything delicious they encount.
It might be just random, but these paintings are absolute masterpieces …
There are: fireworks, flowers, eyes … You could have endless interpretations to it.
Are these little details of the world that got me fall in love with this planet.
So fragile, yet so wonderful!
Earth is rich of these tiny but also gigantic ecosistems, and we have to do anything we could to preserve it from the imminent destruction.
