I find myself many times enchanted looking at the infinity in liquid expanse, with its silence, with its colors in the immobile beautiness of the good-nature or in the fascinating storm. And also at night when the obscurity seems more intense, and the outlines of the objects seem to loose themselves in the dark, the sea can show all its colors and its multiple lights in a hidden throb. Under its surface appears a stuffed world, fascinating, misterious, made of a tiny life and of fascinating meetings. Like from a step of J. Conrad all the stormy passions of the humanity when it was young: the love of the discovery, the love for adventure and danger, with the great love for the unknown and the vast dreams of dominating and power have passed like images reflected in a mirror, without leaving any sign on the misterious faces of the sea. One morning, of many years ago, I watched for the first time under the sea... and eventhough the place wasn't particularly interesting, I was astonished by the sight that have had offered to my eyes: stones covered with colors and fish I never saw before, raising my head to breath, I saw the people on the beach and the life of our world, re-immerging again my head, the civilization had disappeared once again and in that moment I understood that in my life had took place a deep changement and that it would've had been always marked by this experience. The sea is not red, the sea is not yellow, the sea is not black the sea is dark blue: this rapresents liberty. It's the last expanse for the vast migration of the greatest animals in nature, it can't be completely subdued by men who can't even control it's devastating fury. Liberty also of gravity for those immersed in it's waters. One last shelter.