The wind has written here in the sand,
gently undulating, without beginning or end.
The sea reads along, rhythm after rhythm,
whilst the last light caresses the shapes.
What remains is silence,
and a landscape that seems to breathe for a moment.
The wind has written here in the sand,
gently undulating, without beginning or end.
The sea reads along, rhythm after rhythm,
whilst the last light caresses the shapes.
What remains is silence,
and a landscape that seems to breathe for a moment.
Your chosen art on a textile print, stretched in an aluminum or wooden frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.