[Sahara Desert, Mauritania. January 2006]
[Camera: Nikon F65, analog!!][/i]
[i]The sky made me turn my back on to the rallye, that was continuing jumping over the dunes, unstoppable, raising the sand to their step. That sun that was hiding behind the clouds was like a magnet, a fodder that I already had bitten and that someone was gathering attracting towards it. I stoped hearing the race, not even the voices of my companions were perceptible jet, because really nothing existed in that place that could separate me from raylights. I walked on thieir direction still with the knowledge of that they would desappear afeter a few minutes. It was not mattering. Really, their image would stay forever in my retinas at the most sweet of the farewells,overcoming even that one of Verona?s famous balcony. Ultimately it disappeared, fused with the clouds behind the last dune... and then the rallye returned, equally fierce and impactante than before.
