Sailing

Some people can feel it only on a sailing boat with the sun kissing their skin and the wind caressing their cheeks. Some other think it is possible to reach it just at the very end of their lives, some think it is not reachable and simply stop looking for it.

Immigrants still feel like being able to touch it as soon as the statue of Liberty greets them at they arrival in New York. They hope in a new life, they hope they can finally be free.

Free from one own faults like for the troubled student Raskolnikov of Dostoevskij’s Crime and Punishment, free to love in despite of social rules as in Hawthorne’s Scarlett Letter, free from the oppressors described in Anna Frank ’s Diary.

To all those that are fighting for it, to all those that will never stop looking for it, to all those that want to be free to be themselves, to write what they wish, to paint what their soul suggests them; to all of those that want to jump on a boat an play with the wind and the sea I today dedicate my post.

Find it, grab it and make love with it.

Just one word. Freedom.


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