In the manner of a Decameron revisited since the third age, this story opens us to the drives, to the most personal plots of twelve women who dream of the sea, of the one who could have broken its waves under their youthful feet, although never they will come to visit him from his world among the mountains.
But yearning should not mean closing in on yourself. The twelve women in charge of building this story share both old age and vitality in abundance. And it is time for them to visit the sea, to become those girls that the title anticipates.
The sea awaits you, with the promise of its gentle whispers of the gentle waves of low tide. They just need to find the means to materialize the trip. As a suggestive metaphor for destiny, the ideal of friends facing the sea becomes the horizon towards which they walk determined, full of energy and vitality.
The will to know can be just as strong at 20 as at 70. The difference is that with age comes wisdom. The friends will come up with a thousand and one ways to get the money. It's just a matter of time ...
And that's the only real downside. Time is not always on our side, not at least for plans to fully materialize.
In the dilemma of whether it could be, in the disturbing feeling that perhaps those ancient feet will not finally step on the sea, we end up drenched with emotions about life, about justice and injustice, about will and setbacks.
A wonderful sunset awaits you all. Or at least that is what we want to happen, with all our soul. As readers and fellow travelers, we want the waves to end up sounding like an echo between their frank laughter, surprise and admiration of happiness and satisfaction.
There is no age at all, there is no time to do or not to do. All you have is time, and until the last day that is all you have left, a little more or a little less time.
You can buy the book The girls who dreamed of the sea, the novel by Katia Bernardi, here: