Luca Flauto's poem follows a trip to an island, from waiting for the bus to reaching a white beach. The speaker is eager from the start, ready to "jump into" the wilderness. The bus ride along a crooked road, with sea on one side and rocky hills on the other, sets the scene, and the speaker describes the landscape as a "marvellous painting" where the elements combine.
Not everything is calm. The wind swallows the voices of the twitchers, the bird-watchers hunting for discoveries, so human noise seems small against nature. At the beach, a shadow appears: an "unpleasant thought" about "untouchable things." The poem doesn't explain it, but it suggests the speaker senses a gap between admiring beauty and truly belonging in it. The ending turns to a dream of the water covering the body and the ocean slowly shaping around it. The mood is awed, dreamy and a little wistful, with a quiet wish to be absorbed into the landscape.