Walking on the sand. I'm lost in my mind, it was accidentally happened while I was thinking of thoughtful thoughts and, I was striving to realize a coherent imagine about this reality. In the meantime meanwhile I had investigated like a detective this psychological internal inquiry. It's a hard and tough issue, perhaps a little bit impossible,like walking on the sand:the ideas disappear like the grains of sand,these whisperingly fade,that'll be thrown away by the nostalgic imagination's wind. I'm here doing reflections about the life that actually gives you all chances but, in one moment it violently comes back for to pick all these up.