«Never go on a journey with those you don't love» E. Hemingway
«Femme. Woman.
Barely entering the sandy alley leading to the sea, fenced off by juniper thickets, I saw a female silhouette. Her figure moved towards the escaping sun.
A minute later, she stopped and put away her hair in a bun, corrected her swimsuit straps and took off her shoes. The sun was already at the level of my eyes and watched her go towards him. What I realized at that moment struck me, and it even stopped me for a moment. Namely, it was a train, a train emanated from it, like from spirits sprayed near you with small splashes, enveloping and inspiring. I didn't see her face and I didn't know her voice. However, I felt strength in her gait alone, her arm swinging at her hair, her shirt flying. And it seems to me that I already imagined how she would reach the sea, throw off her shirt and enter the water. Although maybe she will run in and dive. Or she may be slow to enter and get used to the coolness of the water, and will be covered with goosebumps.
Her sensuality, the tail of selfenjoyment and the world, the freedom, was everywhere in that moment».
E. Hemingway
