"There are islands to reach, islands to dream or imagine, islands to remember [...] I will look at the sea, to dream of the next island, to wander, continuing to search. I love only one land, the one that resembles me, the one that lets itself be surrounded by the sea, I know that she is down there and waits to offer me shelter. She is the new Island, an Elsewhere always ready to change."

There are islands to reach, islands to dream or imagine, islands to remember and memories to erase. Certain islands appear beyond the mists to reveal a new horizon. Each island is an invitation to the next stretch of sea, it is a test, a possible encounter, a destiny, without ever the pretension of a destination.

When I cast off from the port, every port, I always raise my head and never look back, I turn to the expanse of the sea that waits, to the scent of salt, to the freedom of an infinite blue space.

The wind will accompany me, full of distant moods, it will be the one to tell me about the next island. I will half-close my eyes and listen to that music in the breezes of the land, it will bring me the scent of moss, myrtle and thyme, I will dream in the shade of a cedar, the whisper of the eucalyptus will wake me.

And I will let myself be caressed by the air, because what I seek is the deep embrace with the secret substances of the sea. I have never put down roots because my verb is to go. Towards islands that roll like stones in the surf, towards a woman who waits for me changing and keeping the same smile, towards a friend with whom to drink respecting the silence, towards a dune on which to imagine the future.

I will look at the sea, to dream of the next island, to wander, continuing to search. I love only one land, the one that resembles me, the one that lets itself be surrounded by the sea, I know that she is down there and waits to offer me shelter. She is the new Island , an Elsewhere always ready to change.