Second personal book of Sebastien Zanella
Limited to 500 ex
Who was he to fall in love with the sun?
Misunderstood by men,
He could not hide himself amid their refinements,
Because his lament prowled in the shadows, And, eventually, he vanished.
At the foot of jet-black giants running aground as brine and foam,
Solace let his passion take over.
A romance ignited on ebony sands,
Overcoming his rational mind with every striking wave.
Mollusks, crustaceans, and cetaceans his spectators,
To a devotion so pure that it was shared only with the horizon.
When the sun vanished,
Dusk tore Solace apart,
And the night echoed with his cries.
Who was he to fall in love with the sun?
Misunderstood by the stars,
And because he anguished in the dark, In the wake of his madness,
The fiery caresses of his beloved could not stir him from stillness.
- Behind the scene –
I had been planning this trip for a while. Ever since a friend from Brazil told me about a small, surviving piece of untouched paradise in central America. He passionately described the striking black rocks and mesmerizing beaches. Monkeys would be the only companions on land while manta rays were to be carefully avoided at every step because they hid along the shore. That was all I needed to know, and I eventually embarked on the journey with my friend Arnaud. As our arrival drew near, I met Jake at the corner of a steep path. Originally from Australia, it had been over a year since he left his island to wander a much vaster surface – the globe. Constantly bouncing from country to country without any money and surviving on small jobs, Jake was happy as long as the waves rolled in to greet him. Though I did not know him well, I invited him to join our expedition. Then, only a dozen hours of driving and boating through the mangroves remained in order to reach the place I had envisioned for so long. Upon arrival, we moved in with a family of fishermen, the only inhabitants in these remote parts. In these precious moments, Solace began to exist.
Second personal book of Sebastien Zanella
Limited to 500 ex
Who was he to fall in love with the sun?
Misunderstood by men,
He could not hide himself amid their refinements,
Because his lament prowled in the shadows, And, eventually, he vanished.
At the foot of jet-black giants running aground as brine and foam,
Solace let his passion take over.
A romance ignited on ebony sands,
Overcoming his rational mind with every striking wave.
Mollusks, crustaceans, and cetaceans his spectators,
To a devotion so pure that it was shared only with the horizon.
When the sun vanished,
Dusk tore Solace apart,
And the night echoed with his cries.
Who was he to fall in love with the sun?
Misunderstood by the stars,
And because he anguished in the dark, In the wake of his madness,
The fiery caresses of his beloved could not stir him from stillness.
- Behind the scene –
I had been planning this trip for a while. Ever since a friend from Brazil told me about a small, surviving piece of untouched paradise in central America. He passionately described the striking black rocks and mesmerizing beaches. Monkeys would be the only companions on land while manta rays were to be carefully avoided at every step because they hid along the shore. That was all I needed to know, and I eventually embarked on the journey with my friend Arnaud. As our arrival drew near, I met Jake at the corner of a steep path. Originally from Australia, it had been over a year since he left his island to wander a much vaster surface – the globe. Constantly bouncing from country to country without any money and surviving on small jobs, Jake was happy as long as the waves rolled in to greet him. Though I did not know him well, I invited him to join our expedition. Then, only a dozen hours of driving and boating through the mangroves remained in order to reach the place I had envisioned for so long. Upon arrival, we moved in with a family of fishermen, the only inhabitants in these remote parts. In these precious moments, Solace began to exist.
