Looking at these images so evocative I can not think of our sunrises ..
every year during the acanze Pinarella there was a special day: I woke up it was still dark and we went down to the beach to watch the sunrise. Usually the last week of stay, when we heard that for months we had to leave the sea and holiday resort that had become our second home. At that time it was almost cold, crossed silent, sleepy, pine forest and we sat in the front row, on the deck wet with rugiada.Non talked, but staring at the sea turns red as wanting to carve our menti.E the sun appeared to slow warming and intoxicating. Shortly after the arrival of Gino
completed the morning adventure with hood and hot croissants and then exiting from enchantment, started the jokes, the fights, the games ...
To you I also dedicate this magnificent sunrise in front of Tiran Island, which we lived together, intensely, as then, in silence, but so close .... But
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