Antonio's story

 

The call of the open sea thrills those who dream of freedom. 

The smell of iodine is omnipresent in Anton's memory. This inky-haired colossus craves adventure, space and the horizon. 

The sea is the most faithful of its lovers. 

When he sails on his ship, he finds himself facing himself. He slides with all his being in the currents. Her sails breathe, swollen by her most intense joys or heckled by her deepest fears. 

Sometimes he gives his audience his most terrible memories. Immense and raging swells. Faceless monsters with gigantic tentacles, heaving the sea and languidly seizing the lost boats. A dangerous embrace, shattering the strongest ships to dissolve them into the abyssal nothingness. 

He also tells other chimeras. Evil creatures with black and hard eyes, dressed in unknown and slimy algae. 

A seasoned sailor and artist in the art of maneuvering, Anton has never turned back! 

All sails rigged, he has traveled all the seas of the world. He braved the Roaring 40s, roared through the Howling 50s and cursed the Roaring 60s. 

In his happiest travel accounts, he describes virtuously the flocks of colorful wild birds, twirling in his wake. 

The more adventurous come on board out of curiosity. 

It sometimes hums the song of splendid and elegant goddesses, sublimated by their enchanting gaze, bluer than the Pacific Ocean. 

They accompany solo sailors around the continents. Their intoxicating voices inspire Neptune with lenient waves, with equal and refined curves, which force the pace to a regular rhythm. 

The presence of a whale sometimes greets him on his way and helps him stay on course. 

You understood, Anton tells through his adventures a thousand stories. 

Today, this great sailor is at the start of a new voyage. Let's listen with him to the murmurs of the sea and write like a dream to see, a new story.