Aurora: much more than what the eye can see...

In presenting your immediate visual data you are a strip cartoon, an hyper-dinamic manga comic of muscolar substance. You draw the sea adventure around a hull, yours, which eats the waves and drinks the crystalline foam of its whirling motions and from there recovers its strenght, changes, asks for and gives life.

Let’s leave, take me away, carve the water for me like the sculptor does to shining marble. Aurora, stunning woman, an indomitable veil full of happiness tries to constrain your unruly blonde locks.

It is impossible: you were born strong and free. Let’s leave, take me away, you drive, at top speed, a smile full of wind: step on the gas, a Pontiac GTO engine is the king of the forest, the piercing screech of a Dodge Challenger’s tyres‘ is a soprano’s high note.

You feed from the sea, Aurora, and your thirst is atavistic and unestinguishable.

You are wild and lyrical, Aurora.