Porto Covo seems to forget that kind of time, that constant speed.
The first thing I noticed was the boundless blue, the sky and sea, that make you forget any need for planning. Then I noticed my surroundings, blending into each other. All around me I could see hills, sand, sea, wild flowers, shades of green, white, blue, red and yellow. This fusion filled me with a desire to breathe, or rather to think of my own breathing.
As if I recognized its rhythm again, and the present was recreated from my breathing and the blue vastness and that wonderful light.

It refuses this and lives at its own rhythm, at the rhythm of the waves which provide the measure.
There are only two options there: you are either the tourist who takes a photograph to show you’ve been there and cross it off the list, or you slow down and you live in the time of Porto Covo. As Robert Walser says, in Porto Covo not wanting a future or the idea of a future is essential.
Forget it for a while and live the present, in the time created by this place. That is the key.

And what is a photograph but frozen time?

This is my humble homage to a place that offered me all sorts of sensations. That pause in time which Porto Covo allows, through its houses from another era, through the blue vastness that pervades it, everything allows for that connection with a place that sets its own time.

It also allows us to find ourselves again, without being touched by the hurry of day-to-day life.
Above all, it made me see that the time that we have is ours, and whenever possible, its rhythm should be created by ourselves.