Concept for a carpet. Apparently a simple long-haired carpet of a beautiful deep blue. Well, sorry but I see a sea. Mine sea, the one I have crossed over and over again, to overcome insularity. Only by caressing the fabric one notices that among its threads hides images, an embroidered decoration: they are images of floating men who seem to lie in the sun, to love the sea, or drowned, tragically scattered, decorating our Mediterranean indecorously.