Nouakchott - fishing port
On the ocean shore we look for to say goodbye to nookbabes that let us grow so much. Hand in hand with friends. Dazzled by the scents, caressed by the nearnesses, weighing up the glances, letting us to amaze and to collapse worn out. The time to return diminishes dangerously when so many words still to be said, so many thoughts to be waken up.
