In winter, when I think of the seaside, rightly or wrongly, I usually put a little 'sad. This common place with me since I was little. I always had the feeling that everything was still waiting. As if the winter is a sort of hibernation, waiting for the arrival of summer great moment of delirium.
The waterfront is waiting for carefree daily walks, and the ducks, swimming in the river that goes back to the top, wait a while ' più di sole.
(tutte le foto di questo post sono di Tiziana) Ora la spiaggia deserta, silente, incontra le onde che sussurrano chissà quali segreti.
Anche gli stabilimenti sono chiusi, in attesa dei primi bagnanti.
As the wind caresses her mane property, the seahorse is also awaiting the joyful children.
anyone, as usual, can not wait to declare her feelings ... unfortunately!
The old sea dog, however, every day, the harbor, with dignified composure waits his turn to stand fish.
not love the sea in the guise of "holiday maker" I have always excluded a priori condition. The stereotypes die hard. I found it so sweet be lulled by this beautiful, melancholy feeling.
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