And the sea was for me, and still is, the most seductive promise and white page. The page is not yet written, the dream not yet realized, the desire not yet extinguished, the flight may not yet completed, the absence that suggests the presence, the beginning without end. In its brightening and boundless in its unexplored depths becomes easy and almost inevitable to find a living metaphor for his restlessness, the instinct of freedom, fears and all'inesplorata deep region of the soul.
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