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  • Freedom is walking with arms wide open on the beach, on the way to the sea. Without being judged by eyes, tongues, without labels on it - crazy! - without being hunted, mocked, spied, achieved by the unfortunate ones.

    Walking on light steps, without leaving deep marks in the sand, loving the orange kissing the sky in the sunset, letting the salt grabs you and the breeze whispers a soft welcome. Even if it makes your hair stand on end. Even if you bump in the small shells. Opening your eyes like windows, staring, as if in search of anything that amuses you.

    Letting, slowly, the sea licks your feet. And shall it be so good that it can not be denied. Listening to the silence of life. The music of landscape. Understanding yourself - and it may not hurt. Answering the call of instinct, then, slowly diving into the water, letting be covered by waves, the kisses of the waves, all of them. Until the cold comes, washing and taking all the worries.

    Feeling your body, naturally. Owning it. Beautiful. Tender. Instrument of the same dust. Dissipating yourself by spreading any particle which belongs to you, even if only in thoughts. Floating. Loosening up control. Lying on the world underneath, in front of what surrounds you up, being profound, absurd and so certain that life could stop right there.

    And towards all the echoes of the world, the mistakes of men, the abandoned dreams, the mourning children, the uncertain tomorrows, absences, ellipses and gaps in the chest, right there, full, soaked, free - and happy, simply, exist.


    The picture was taken in Barra Grande de Camamu in the State of Bahia, Brazil in the year of 2003. By Ju Bertechini.
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