A white and blue semicircle, which you go through your eyes always on the horizon, with the light passing through the boats and sails, where the sound of the gentle waves and solitary seagulls flying over the water, absorbs the noise of the city.

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A motionless semicircle, which does not change. The boats change, the people who pass in front of them change, but he does not. His shelter does not change, there is always room for another ship.

A lively port, always full of people, of places that populate the quay. With the sea that calls you and the wind that caresses your hair, the saltiness that makes the floor a little slippery.

And the city that vibrates on the other side, with the stairway of the Chiesa della Catena (verbatim “Church of the Chain”), with the murals of Falcone and Borsellino laughing, while people walk comforted by this beauty and the time that is flowing slow.

Slow, slow...

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We Sicilians are often criticized for our "slowness", but try it yourself in doing things in a hurry with such panorama that invites you to contemplation.

Try to go fast in front of this beauty. Try to feel so superb as to resist its charm, not to stop the admiration of the sea embracing every corner of the city, never tiring you, never getting bored you in its calmness and immovability; despite the waves are always in motion, always different, although there is life in that sand, despite the sun radiating the water giving life to shades of blue that are lost in front of a sunset, in front of a fishing boat that returns with a full net.

Try to make confusion, try to laugh, to cry.

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The sea absorbs everything, the sails hang over the waves, but eventually they come back up, even with the storm and strong winds.