ocean sea

Do you know Allesandro Barrico? Elisewin? Professor Bartleboom. Adams? Do you know fear? Courage? The sea? Imagination? How we get there?

...how fine it would be if, for each sea that awaits us, there were a river, for us. And someone - a father, a lover, someone - capable of taking us by the hand and finding that river - imagining it, inventing it - and placing us on its flow with the buoyancy of a single word, adieu. This, really, would be marvelous. Life would be sweet, any life. And things woud not do harm but, borne on the current, they would come closer; first one could get very close to them and then touch them and only at the end let oneself be touched by them. Let oneself be hurt by them, even. Die of them. It does not matter. But everything would be, finally, human. All that is needed is someone's imagination - a father, a lover, someone. He would be able to invent a way, here, in the midst of this silence, in this land that will not speak. A clement way, and a beautiful one. A way from here to the sea.