Sex Sea Lorenzo Pazzaglia The sky takes on una red hues, plunging into the sea. The heart burns with conflicting feelings, fading in the eyes of lovers who lick the poetry. Mint and Bergamot dance barefoot on una beach soaked in ozone and myrtle; this is how making love on a bed of white flowers becomes a hymn to life sometimes secco like patchouli, salty like seaweed, but also sweet like vanilla and crunchy like caramel. Antea Devon