when he was looking to the sea, and he understood that he was free, free with himself, free with his tempo. The anchor still quiet, the sky and the sea were linked by the horizon. And there, no one. No one could speak. Because the sea was huge, huge under his eyes. His bright eyes. His mind had run through that picture and at the end, he found himself between the sky and the sea. He realized that the picture was one, exclusive. Nature in all his splendour. The most beautiful song that he has ever listened to. The waves crashed into the stones. And his soul had flown away, leaving his reality empty.