Chissà perchè quando penso al faro, me lo immagino in versione diurna e notturna:
di giorno I imagine him alone soar above an outcrop of an island, in front of a calm sea under a hot sun shining, a ship passes by and greets him, in gratitude for being there, to monitor the location, the lighthouse on the farista, bored, returns the salute and sits back to contemplate the landscape that lies ahead of him.
Then the lighthouse I can imagine the night night, just as lonely, caught in a gale in the middle of a storm that enrages the sea, raising the waves slap the poor within the tower above, instead of control, always farista, now a bit 'scared, watching the awesome spectacle of the deep sea that erupt on the surface.
short, the lighthouse and farista are so they know going to sea - and life - always alone.
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When I think of the lighthouse, the image day and night versions:
10 o'clock in the morning, above an outcrop of an island, facing a calm sea under a hot sun shining, a ship passes by and greets him, in gratitude for being there, to monitor the location; inside the tower the light man, bored, salute and return to contemplate the panorama in front of
him.
then the night comes, just as lonely, caught in a gale in the middle of a storm that infuriates the sea, raising waves that slap the tower; inside always the light man, a bit scared, watching the awesome spectacle of the deep sea erupting on the surface.
Both the lighthouse and lighthouse man knows how to face the sea - and life - always alone.
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