The breath of the sea.
The breath of the sea Peace on those rocks, the tormented flight of a thousand seagulls. Primitive dismay of the immense, the instinct for freedom rediscovered virgin they overwhelmed nostalgia and hopes. A fisherman broke the silence. He explained to me that the conch she sings because she is alive, and the sea that she has lost weeps. Then he went back to her grimace. I to listen the breath of the sea.
