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Read the wonderful "The legend of the wave and the sea"

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One day the wave asked the sea"you love Me?"

And the sea answered her: “My good is so strong that every time you move away towards the earth I pull you back to take you back in my arms.
Without you my life would be meaningless. I would be a flat sea, without emotion. You are the essence of my existence"

The wave was happy. Between arms del mare. Facendo finta, ogni volta di volare via, per dare quel senso di precarietà alle cose, per renderle preziose.

And every time the sea took her back, with its big arms, to bring her back to itself. They say that one night the moon lit up the world, and the white wave slowly glided in an infinite dance between taking and letting go, with the sea stretching out its arms and then withdrawing them, sometimes pretending not to be able to do so, so that the wave too could savor that precariousness that makes things precious.

L’onda ed il mare sono ancora lì, nel gioco infinito delle emozioni. E fanno finta che sarà l’ultima volta che l’onda partirà verso la terra, per non tornare più, ma poi, alla fine, è più forte su tutto il bisogno di riprendersi.

In the dream of an endless good.