I returned from the sea ...
And I feel a bit 'strange, melancholic.
Yesterday morning I was alone in a small boat in remote creeks of Caprera, and now, after a few hours, breathing the air of Milan and look at the gray sky, a sky which, however, know very well.
I still feel the salt on the skin, eyes shades of green waters, I feel the smell of the mixture burned by the engine ... But
breathing the scent of home ...
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