37 / 5000 Risultati della traduzione On the border between city ... sky ... and sea

Reportage of the Old Borgo S.Elia Di Cagliari

Where man creates barriers and ghettoises, nature keeps its course ... made of the smell of the sea, the sound of waves and rays of the sun. The old village of S.Elia from a simple fishing village has been transformed into an urban appendix, far from the places of shopping and nightlife. Sometimes vilified by those who don't know her or have never seen her. But to those who enter the streets and alleys, it seems to be projected into a village atmosphere, in which time has stopped, in which you can still see the nets and boats of a still present past ... In a climate suspended between free-range colors, the art of getting by and the desire to re-emerge, if you are able to remove the initial suspicious mask, you will win glances, smiles and cordial words.
So it happened to me ... when I met the gaze of an old nostalgic fisherman, capable of transmitting to me the undisputed love for that sea that almost caresses the houses.

"... all the known stars disappeared. It seemed now that the old man was proceeding in a great canyon of clouds and the wind had dropped.
"In three or four days it will be bad weather," he said. “But tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, not yet. Equip yourself now to sleep ... "(Ernest Hemingway)