Thursday, May 22, 2014

The wild sea of Trafalgar. The beauty of the nude light.


Sometimes in live, I have known people that don't understand how can I be impressed by that as a place, as a beach, as a shore, as a rough sea. But Trafalgar is a Cape full of deep sense. If you watch the deep blue of the sea, you know that below dark and rough waters, there are wrecks and treasures, perhaps the bones of the old sailors or the warriors who were killed in a terrible battle, perhaps the blood of many people that thought that were giving their lives for a homeland or a king. Trafalgar is the silence of words and the simphony of wind, the cold of ocean and the hot of sunrays. Some centuries ago, Trafalgar was a place for fighting and dying, today It is a place for singing, for swimming and sunbathing naked, for writting poetry, for thinking about the beauty of nature, for enjoying freedom and loneliness. 
Trafalgar means a lot for those who see in the Earth the soul of the ancestors, for those who enjoy the deep power of the natural and virgin places. Sometimes, lying on the sand, It seemed to me I heard a gunshot, or the cry of a soldier. Probably It was just the wind, the strong wind, the howling wind, the “Levante” frightening, the wind of east, the wind able to drag a big vessel offshore, the wind that moans the claims of the sirens, the anger of a God, the enraged poem of the hardness of the existence, that is so beautiful and so cruel. 
Below the lighthouse there is a wild and nice beach, a clothe optional beach, a paradise for the last or new hippies, or for the people who love the freedom, the liberty of a little of chaos, the pleasure of living (at least for a while) without a clock, without timetables, without social rules, without protocols, trying to discover the power of existence on the sound and on the nude light of the landscape.











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