Lorenzo Pazzaglia Black Sea

The sky darkens and the sea is calm, just before the storm. Then the wind comes, heavy with the scent of flowers and aromatic herbs. The threatening sky is reflected in the lead-gray water, which looks like ink. It is a matter of a moment: the waves crash against the rocks with such force that they saturate the atmosphere; the shower of salt water claps the air and fills my lungs. Mother Nature demonstrates her immense strength. Black Sea is a perfume that releases the power of the elements, a scent for me when I boldly throw myself into the arms of a world just waiting to be explored.