True Life

The overhead fan spins like a giant coloport flying over the Mediterranean canopy and surrounded by the numerous psychedelic yellow butterflies that inhabit the coast. With its huge wings, it moves the air around, the warm air, giving only the faintest idea of relief in the summer heat. A few moments later, it is time for our silent walk on the cliff is blessed by true sun, Bright blue skies and the humming of the insects of all sorts that escort us to the tiny « conchiglia » (shell-shaped) beach. There are no shells here, only gold dust like sand that feels like sheer silk under your feet. All around, the coast echoes with the cicada anthem almost like a never ending prayer. The sun rays filter under the clear water and we enter a new dimension where fishes swim unbothered, their striped sides shining in the sun like silver discs of high value. Their shapes are long, large, flat… Their colors black, white, blue, green in a festival of soft hues that capture the eye and effortlessly lead you to thinking that this is just true life and it shold be so forever.


Credit: Sophie Tramier


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