And maybe not every woman has her Arthur Gray, yet many of them are somewhere in the depths of the soul hiding something dreamed about a little gonna. And sometimes it happens that without even waiting, they suddenly notice the approaching on the horizon, bright pixels. And the faster gets tired of day, the sun, the larger and larger they become the point. Last minute and fluttering like tongues of flame. Forcing the heart to stay. Scarlet Sails … October. The Adriatic Sea.
Photos by Sergei Anashkevicha