5 • Wilderness

We waited the bus, waited to jump into the wilderness of the Isle.

Steep cliffs dive in the foamy sea, and so the shrubs.

We swayed on the crooked road, left to the seaside, right to the rocky hills.

I felt the sparkling air of the south, where the elements combine in a marvellous painting.

Twitchers are looking for unknown discoveries, the wind cuts their noise leaving just a thin muffed voice.

We reached the beach the whitest of all I've seen. An unpleasant thought, the one about untouchable things.

I dreamt to feel the clear water mirror all over me, slowly feeling the ocean shaping around my body.