There's always little visions of things that call my attention when I'm traveling, that urged me to capture and immortalized them in a photo. Things that even in a total silence are talking to me in a loud voice.
Objets that leaves me wondering how many times sailed and came back safe to land despite the rough and windy ocean. Imagining how much the cold deep waters could be missing its long absence. But, it's just a chained and broken boat that won't sail anymore, laying on the Vikings green land, dreaming about old glorious times.
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