sometimes we would try to imitate the harmony of curves, the impression of the tides on the sand dunes to draw some kind of inspiration to lead one's life in the delicacy of simple and and unfinished things
to live alone, in the middle of the crowd, is also living. I see him breathing, watching, observing, comparing to remember, to reflect, to think, to go away, to live. To live is to live, sometimes it is intense, sometimes it is in silence.
one way or the other alone or with others we are walking