Sailing Downwind The bow split the water, the sprays, raised by the encounter with the wave, break, a little further, on the smooth blue of the sea, drawing splinters of light.
Sailing Downwind The bow split the water, the sprays, raised by the encounter with the wave, break, a little further, on the smooth blue of the sea, drawing splinters of light.
About I'm fascinated by the human desire to understand the universe in all his forms: from the physical world to the elusive space of our soul. The recent theories offer... Read more