Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next. When I want to understand the nostalgia. I always feel for autumns blessed. With huge leaden clouds, muddy paths,. And gusts of great northerly rain,. I must forget that I have a body,. Am born of parents or that I was ever more. Than a child scattering fallen leaves,. I must remind myself that yellow and red. Are the dress and blood of October,. That the houses men build decay, fall,. That the old woman, numb and blind to the world,.

A choreography of colors and forms in the depths of the Red Sea. Take a break and let nature relax your senses. It is only to the sensation of a fairy tale that I can compare the feeling of diving among the coral reefs. You must login to vote this story.

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