big horses

kandido is sited on the ridge of the ocean.
the sun is going down painting around with its yellow light.
the big ocean waves on the distance looks like wild horses with long luminescent hair in the wind. running crazily, jumping one on top of the other, restless.
in Italy they call these big waves "cavalloni" big horses. but here, in Australia, they are just small.
even the waves of the typhoon in Okinawa weren't bigger...
and then he recalled the image of the ocean from the airplane.
the ocean was looking like an unpolished stone. full of lines and ripples. the only thing that was breaking the surface was some path left by boats. they have a different luminosity. they can stay there for long time.
the ocean the waves are fixed from the airplane. stable like a stone. and the roads that boats draw on it stay as well... for days maybe they stay, but then they disappear...
his mind goes to Angkor Wat, or to Manchu Picchiu... the tracks that the men left on the earth don't survive for long, everything become again nature. just question of time.
just question of prospective. the amazing waves that break on the shore, and that seem so lively, always changing, from the airplane are fixed. no any visible movement. no strenght, no craziness.
everything in order and stable.
even his mind sometimes when he look at it too near... it seem like the waves of the ocean, crazy like wild horses, but form the distance... only peace. the ideas come and go in fixed and stable ways, like the ocean. stable in in movement, stable in it's apparent instability. dead like a stone in its apparent liveliness.
kandido looks at this huge beautiful land, transformed in an English garden. green, squared, shaped...
he tries to imagine how it was before, the forests, the bushes, and the lakes without the bench on the side...
everything look like a garden for the joy of Australian people. BBQ places everywhere, even with gas, walking path where every risk is erased, helicopter that check all the time the shore to protect the surfers... enjoy your amusement park!
a flock of black bird is flying in the sky. peacefully... kandido smiles. sooner or later everything will be like it was before.
people here love nature, at the same way you can love a horse: taming it.
people tend to forget that we are nature, we cannot fight against it, because we are it. everything we do is natural.
we still believe that god give the earth to the men to use it and enjoy it. instead we are a product of the nature. that continue its path... and the men is a step along its path...
men can only draw straight lines, because it knows only two point: the beginning and the end. he can think only like this.
god draws curve lines that don't begin nor end.
...
big waves, small waves, ripples, beaches, desert, dunes... waves? still waves?... or something different?
maybe just sea. it's all sea. inside outside. the sea that smells like sex. just sea. like life.