Víctor M. Hernández
We, Mediterranean people, love to stare at the horizon, where the sky and the sea meet in permanent blue rivalry, but united by the same mood. When one gets angry, relaxes or has fun, the other empathizes and goes with the same flow.
How often do we look at this blue struggle… letting everything be just as it is. The breeze on our cheeks, salt on our lips, the blue in our eyes, blank mind. Blank-blue.
So I was on this terrace, authentic VIP box from which to observe the horizon, where the sky and the sea meet in permanent blue rivalry.