This beautiful girl with a seashell in her hands makes me travel back in time when as a child I dreamed of living on the beach, in front of the sea, to listen to her eternal melody of the waves when very soft they reached the shore and caressed the sand with its white and pristine foam ... And we never stop being children, because if as a child you dreamed of flying today that memory makes you sigh, and you feel a strange desire to be the child again.