The breeze of the sea is a song of sirens... in their inaudible notes they lament for the plastic, the petroleum and other pollutants... the beach; on its shore I lose myself in an imperceptible world a world in miniatures scattered by the sands in a thin line of frosted glass, seashells, remains of more plastic algae, fuels and endless objects that go beyond our imagination.

The beach in its different facets gives you a path to the freedom of your thoughts and you fly free crossing the ground looking for images of another reality mixed with the past, the present and future in the history of the beach is written your destiny... that destination where stop floating that plastic bottle that traveled for two years from a distant place ... nature rejects all human intervention and trash crop up in protest to such a betrayal of the planet.

We have in our hands the fate of the seas, we have the future before us crying out for a truce of less pollutants to enjoy our beaches, oceans, seas ... our planet is the largest living being and we live in the ... we are not alien to the universe, he sustains us and gives us life, we take care of our fragile planet in a single order to save the whole humanity.