By Murilo Padoan
It was my first time on that island. During the accurate land procedure of the airplane, the natural beauty of Fernando de Noronha already became noticeable: the clear green-blue water was contrasting with the volcanic black stones stood along with the coast and the flowed fly of the birds seemed like a dance in the sky, enriching the landscape in a wonderful way.
Due to the period that I arrived, the island was surrounded by a restless and threatened sea and the waves were as beautiful as dangerous.
At the end of the afternoon, despite being alone and wondering about what I was going to do in order to get a ride back to my hotel, I just kept strolling along the soft sand of the Conceição’s beach. I could feel the wind all over my skin and heard the swing of the fierce waves taking turns with the pulling back movement of the tide – paying some attention, I could be aware of the silence established between the end of a wave and the begging of the pulling tide. It was like poetry for all the five senses. I’ll never forget that moment.