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South of the Border, West of the Sun

“There is no need for doctors. The kite is my doctor. The kite is my therapist”

By Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti - mjgiulspreziosomaramotti@gmail.com
Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

I am a woman of the blues, heart buried in sand, and I travel by the sea. I did not know I had to lose myself before I could find myself. I walked the sand barefoot, reading poems from William Blake and listening to Miles Davis. The Atlantic was there, whispering words I could only ever pretend to understand.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

You arrive in Jeri and all you can feel is the sound of the ocean—long time lover. You can only stare at the sky, black and full of beautiful diamond studs you are not really used to, because you come from the wrong side of the earth. There are no roads, just beach.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Prea is a fishermen’s village to the North. You can smell the day’s catch, astonished by the colorful boats displayed in line during the day. They become fireflies during the night, in the middle of the dark waters.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

“Deus mim ama.” – Marcio has been living here his whole life. He is a fisherman himself and has three kids “but they live in Sao Paolo”. He tells me Indians say there’s an apocalyptic tsunami coming. Nobody knows when, but in the meantime you have to live your life fully and listen to nature. “The Indians, they say that after that you don’t worry anymore, so stop worrying now, live and respect”. His wife—they call her “la Machina” because she is a very hard worker—is a fantastic cook and makes the best caipirinha in town. I go with caipiroshka though, old habits die hard.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

You have walked a couple of miles to arrive this place, because there is really nothing. Only some water, palm threes, music and kite equipment. That is all you need.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

You spend your day in the water, and then you come out, and the sun is setting. Light all around you and the Atlantic retires. He leaves the space to the sculpted sand, natural time machine.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Everything in your body feels right, and for once your soul made peace with him. You are home. You have been looking towards the sun the entire day, while that sail, that incredibly powerful, colorful sail makes you feel like you are a superhuman, flying when you want to fly, riding over waves when you decide so.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

“There is no need for doctors. The kite is my doctor. The kite is my therapist” – Rob is the owner of a small place, he moved here fifteen years ago. He is American, but lived in Japan for a long time. He used to be a karate master. Now he sails downwind for 300 kilometers over the Brazilian coast.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

There is no phone, no connection to any part of the rest of your life. You are completely lost. Far, far away from everything you knew. And then, all of a sudden, in the purity of the nothing, in the silence, everything gets clear. You find yourself. You are sailing. South of the border, west of the sun.

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

Photo © Maria Giulia Prezioso Maramotti

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