Ladies Wearing Girdles And Stockings.

The dawn of an August morning in 1980

I am alone.
I look around and observe the sea as calm as a lake. The
ripples dim view of the transparency of the water show highlighting faint streaks of blue, green, blue.

Nearby an old sailor with deformed fingers mend the net damaged.
A small fishing boat glides gently on its socket ready to take off for a fishing trip.
Peace reigns in the morning of August.

breathe the pure air full of iodine, which smells like algae.

A flock of seagulls walking hopping on the sand, others hovering in the air beating their wings slowly. I notice the white feathers, slender, pointed wings, I see their ecstatic aerobatics and the sudden dive in search of food.
A couple from the group. Elegant and stately, with wings open and firm, is moving ahead from the air, go toward the horizon, I follow them with envious eyes on their flight, feeling a sense of nostalgia impossible to describe.

In the distance a group of younger people, almost all of them from villages, each with an umbrella in hand to protect themselves from the imminent sunrise, women with wearing long black skirts, men with strange tattered swimsuits, trudging in single file along the shore, silently, advancing slowly into the water. It seems that their effort has a therapeutic effect for their rheumatism.

In the distance, shrouded by morning mist, I see the promontory of Capo Zeffiro u n agglomeration Rocky blacks, a natural gorge where the sea \u200b\u200b's so clear you can see the rays of the sun playing on the stones of the bottom ten meters below the water surface. resurface many memories in my mind.

Then I was young, with a passion for fishing underwater blood. Hours and hours immersed in the water without protective suit, armed only with a good air gun, goggles and full of bottom fish pinne.Il pushed me to face the sea almost daily I remember one day me and a friend of mine who shared my same passion, we decided for a fishing trip to Cape bream in the shallows.

Diving and scrupulous exploration among the rocks. Even the shadow of sea bream. A few minutes later decided to go alone in a depth of about ten meters. Suddenly a swarm of fish also notovoli size, came towards me mad .. I look around and I see in the distance the silhouette of a considerable tonnage of fish that comes up to me quietly. I begin to suspicious and suddenly there it was. The long body, pointed head, a pointed snout. And 'the shark "Blue Shark." Approaches majestically with slow and sinuous, fluid and effortless. It seems curious, I observe remaining at a safe distanza.Ma then I turn around approaching dangerously . I follow with a little 'apprehension of his movements. I have the distinct feeling he's going to assalirmi.Vedo the big mouth, strong triangular teeth. I hit him to death. My finger is ready to pull the trigger that will splash the auction. Fortunately , with a violent backlash, it disappears from my view. Meet the undisputed predator of the sea bed, it very safe swimming is one of the best experiences a diver can have.

back with his eyes on the beach.

Gulls continue their aerobatics, the old fisherman continues to mend the net, the fishing boat is now pointing to a ' horizon. Without suddenly I find myself wanting to close a large goiter upside down, the whole rotten planking, side panels still intact. I look more carefully and I seem to see the outline of the camouflaged beautiful girl in the dim light of dawn. I twenty-four years, she was eighteen. It was the night of a ten August .

I withdraw precipitously from that place, fearing that the guilt and bitterness buried in my memory, they can return to haunt me.

suddenly grows a rosy glow on the horizon. At last the sun rises. A new day begins on the beach in White.

I can take a picture to set The magic moment that life goes on. Gulls screech brightly, the fish come back to draw smooth lines with no end in water. Some crabs flee quickly in any direction in order to prevent my feet.

's time to return to the harsh reality of every day.

f.scordino