the coast of Casamicciola

From the road follow platforms and rows of rocks guarding the perimeter. Forts play the part swallowing bodies and carpets of human skin that let the sun dry them. Some plunge forward into the sea. Jagged inlets draw its boundary, between human intervention and nature. A man and a woman run covered by the sun. They jump for joy on the asphalt of day.
A cat sleeps, in the shade. A dog runs past him, not seeing him. The flags of the establishments are still. Yet everything sweetly rhythms the time.