"I love every waving thing, there are waves in my soul" (F. P.)

I love every restless soul, every voyager and pilgrim, every knight who has the courage to sail outremer, I love all the things who are deeply in touch with the watery ondulating substance. The water can give birth and death, we can find rest and eternal regeneration, harmony and ancestral force. My grandfather was a mariner and my eyes reflect all that endless moving watery surface.

As long as our waving souls will be carried by the flowing, every time a new seashore will be seen at the horizon, anytime a deep pain, a new love, a great spiritual discovery will mark our lives ATARAXIA's path will be a mystic voyage.
Our minds are "mystic locations", a seashore full of shells representing all the collected places, persons, moments, sensations we had in our lives. Every time we play and create we begin walking in that dreamy beach, to swim in holy waters to perceive and get in touch more deeply with all the people we knew and loved, the ones who are gone and the ones who are far from us lost in Time and Space.

This mythic place, this seashore and oceanic surface is the key of our existence, every time I was wandering over there Death and Life came to take me by hand, to make me understand that I'm nothing but a weak passenger of life.
Sometimes I would like to be cut-off from the world in front of the sea, in complete stillness to vanish in the foam, in the "inner intimate landscape" of the memory.
This is the substance and ultimate meaning of this collection of notes.

"The child and the girl are walking together along the sea shore. They are exactly the same, creatures fallen from the sky..." (M. D.)