

“Natures Peace will flow into you as sunshine
Flows into trees. The winds will blow their own
freshness into you , and the storms their energies,
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”
John Muir
“The Island of …, an hour before sunset, extra black sand, almost shining from volcanic origins,
a little bit higher a Bougainvillaea tree, fuchsia like fire. In the sky, a cloud like cotton balls, with a soft delicate pink colour, as the Hawaiian word that describes it – puakea: pink colour
… sitting in front of the Ocean, Ourselves only; Loosing our sight into the vastness, we observe the crystal waves rising, spinning and falling into themselves, each time with an explosion.
Here each question ceases…”
Hawaii: Dialoghi con La Madre Terra