Last night I had a dream.
waves lapped out the window of Faro, in a calm and warm night in early summer.
The ocean breeze at night carrying a mixture of salt, spices and fruits in the southern hemisphere, and while I was going to paint a large canvas of deep blue
Hugo Pratt staring at me from the bottom of room, with a mocking air, sitting in his wicker chair he had so often hosted
Corto Maltese. My awakening this morning was ... enlightening course on the South Seas
Andrea.
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