North of Sardinia, Ila is already awake for some time and we decided to depart early morning for a tour of the islands. In view of the sea is now the desert, and enjoy the trip on your own. Shortly after the departure Ila fall asleep wrapped in his orange life jacket, lulled by the sound of the outboard and the fluid movement of the boat that glides on the sea as still as the crystal. The coast rushes to our left and soon we get close to our destination, but Ila continues to sleep and we will not stop the dream that we can imagine the expression on his face.
To save time and reduce the pace we begin the circumnavigation of the island hoping for a providential revival, the reduced pace allows me to pull over and help us grasp the details of the landscape that flows to the side, where, hidden by a bit, we is a small cove deserted white sand beach and water transparency unreal. The event is one of those not to be missed and Ila comes out of his dream and opens one eye, look at us, turn your head, look at the creek and turned back toward us smiling: the invitation is clear and without saying a word to berth land.
We moored and unload our things: a bag and a bucket of green plastic, inseparable playmate of Ila.
We have the feeling of being foreign, uninvited, in other people's homes and never walk on the beach to prevent contamination of the site with the balance in our footsteps, but this sort of modesty irrational infects Ila who decides to crawl on the shoreline, the move is uncertain and behind her, after its passage, the polished surface of the sand seems torn from the grooves of deep wounds. We look at realizing thinking the same thing and we would take to stop the slaughter of her journey from bulldozer but before you get to implement our idea, we realize that the sea was faster than us and the surf of the small wave level and remove the grooves, then we understand that we're certainly not as strangers but perhaps kindly invited born.
Time rushes past, playing on the shoreline and in shallow water but never cross the boundary where the benevolent tolerance of pain becomes unbearable, and soon it's time for fall, weighed anchor with the certainty that we will remember for a lifetime of magic and unreal island of his set, and as the boat cuts a furrow in the deep blue sea I smile at the thought that the island and We will certainly set her wonderful already have forgotten and will not retain any way our memory.
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