Today, as every time the wind comes from the northeast, bringing air from Siberia directly, a cold wind puts the Adriatic sea in a storm.
We feel the saltiness penetrate into the nostrils, the temperature drops considerably, between yesterday and today 10 degrees of difference, and usually brings snow, which happens disproportionately every 5 years, today there are no clouds so no snow, the ‘humidity’ is 40% and the temperature is close to zero.
I love walking along the waterfront even in these moments, see the waves crash on the beach, and the joy of the seagulls.
Moresco means literary “Moorish”. According to legend, at the time of their raids along the Adriatic coast, a group of Moors went further into the interior in order to build a fortress in the heart of Christianity. Others, on the contrary, maintain that the Castrum Morisci was built near the sea to drive back the assaults of the Saracens. Most probably the place name comes either from a noble family named Mori, or from the word in dialect morrecine, which refers to the heap of stones on which the castle rests.
Floating across the trees,I dream and dance inside.Of all the little pretty things,you give me through your eyes.The feelings oh so deep,which kiss my wanting heart.
I flutter through the clouds,and give you my best parts.The thought of us does come,flirting with my mind.I know it’s not a dream.
I’m waiting for our time.