Thunders. The waves hit the rocks with foam violence and jump in a vain attempt to reach the clouds.
The landscape is emerging only in shadow, black on black with every blast turns white.
The rain falls hard giving a vivid melody of the slow pace of the storm and the sea. The stormy wind is responsible for the choirs.
Behind the cliff, the majestic mountain presides over the show and in her skirts all dancing to the magical forest are.
And looking to the horizon just to the edge, two swaying in the wind shadow embrace and lost in the melody that the universe is giving away.
And their smiles light up the night.
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