It's a summer daydream about my lost youth, but never forgotten.
I learned to swim in the vast blue Atlantic Ocean, in a coast populated of almost inaccessible cliff and coves swarm of large dark boulders, sometimes covered by a mantle of green algae that disappeared in the white foam of the sea. When I climbed to the pontoon of the Palm tree beach towards the sea I scrutinized the horizon intersected by the sight of the deserted islands and has the final stretch arrive I could sigh see the crystalline funds crowded with small, bright sea creatures and colorful bodies dipped in the turquoise waters, in a kind of silent underwater choreography. The breeze sultry of the east wind from the Sahara in Africa, contributed to this apparent relax scenario suddenly broken by the screams of young people that threw themselves in pirouettes into the sea in search of much desired freshness of the salt water. It was almost like a hypnotic calling that drove us to the sea, broken in vigorous strokes to a floating plank where the passage of time is decided by aquatic challenges by youthful impulses that often ended in great discussions.
Nature, however, surprised us often with the visit of some of the most beautiful creatures that inhabit this wild environment. I remember the day that we were graced by the arising of a group of flying fish; yes they exist, instigated by multicolored rays emitted by the sun, in the form of the rainbow, from their long transparent wings. They passed swiftly indifferent to our disbelief presence, as if there was a great urgency to reach a destination that even they did not know what it was. The underwater fishing, sometimes also inadvertently awakened the sleeping beauties and more camouflaged inhabitants of the sandy bottoms, small rays frightened emerged to the surface causing some panic, that it was quickly forgotten, because of the beauty of an almost magical spectacle ... seeing them slip under the surface waters without apparent effort. They seemed floating, barely touching the water, like something from another world. One of the last visits we had was a monk seal, who looked at us with the same intense curiosity which also dominated in a the first degree meeting that did not leave anyone indifferent, but it was short lived, because the animal got fed quickly from our humanity. It was even news in local daily newspaper, if can believe it. And so was the summer on the islands, when least expected, nature presents us with their unique beauty.
