I talk to the wind

By Simone De Luca

The evening wind gently runs through the alleys of the coast and sweeps away the heat of the day.

No one knows where it comes from but, like an old gentleman, it caresses the face of every traveller.

A shiver, the touch of a gentle hand.

The bodies, burned by the endless sun, finally have a moment of respite.

Then the wind returns to the hills and continues its gentle journey into the night.