Flying a kite is an amazing and instructive way to spend my time: helps me to feel like a child.

Hundreds of professionals and amateurs of kites since 1987 are gathering in November to the Burro Playa of Fuerteventura, where dunes of white sand meet the endless tones of blue of the sea.

From 9th to November 12th we have been able to admire the amazing kites flying in the blue sky of this beautiful island: plenty of colour, able to already increase the incredible charm of this beach, situated in the Natural Park of the Dunes of Corralejo.


In flight from 30 years

The festival is now at his thirtieth edition: its resonance increased to turn it into the internationally recognized event that is now, an international event, to which you/they have they participate impassioned of kites coming from the whole world.

For all through the event and it was possible to assist to the flight of kites of different typologies, forms and colours pouting over the blue sky of Fuerteventura.

There have been exhibitions of classical and static kites, besides the traditional fight among kites Rokkakus.

The festival is happening on weekend to allow tourists and residents to enjoy the rich program of the event, that includes a laboratory of flight of kites for children and a suggestive night-time exhibition.


To feel as child

Flying a kite is to me a must amazing and instructive way to spend my time, above all if you compare it to lie on the sofa with a tablet in hand.

This is good both for young and old: flying a kite, even fighting against a strong wind, in my opinion is an antidote to boredom, to idleness and indolence. But above all is for me a factory of images and cheerful feelings, smiles and memories that I store in my brain, ready to come back to my mind when I need to feel as a child.


Now I learn to appreciate the marvellous opportunity to spend every day with those who matters, taking care of my health, my passions and my talents.

For many years, while I was working on my office in various cities in Pianura  Padana, I dreamt about walking all day long on the golden sand of a beautiful beach.

Certain days of hard and stressful work I felt myself sad and demotivate; I kept finding myself staring at the table calendar, full of sea landscapes situated on my desk, imagining me to appear on the picture..

I cannot find words able to explain the feeling of absolute happiness that I lived on my first day at the beach, just arrived on “my” island.

It didn’t seem me true; I slipped in and out of the water (a little bit cold telling the truth) and those “purifying baths” given back to me tons of enthusiasm that I thought were gone lost forever.

But just after 10 days of ablutions my brain, used to study and work hard for over 35 years, starts sending me worrying messages:

“And now? What do we do? The day is long, must do something constructive! Cannot waste time!”.

In a few words I felt me as a beached whale, I almost suffocated out of my natural habitat.

How is precious than discover my real essence? What is it more valuable than to become “manager of my time?”
Nothing compares to the successfully feeling of being able to decide how – and above all with whom – spending my own time.

The days following my arrival here were been exciting, but also extremely challenging because I completely underestimated the effects of the “kick back ” of my choice.

I spent more than 3 months to get used to my new rhythms and to become the happy girl appearing on the image of the table calendar.

Now I learn to appreciate the marvellous opportunity to spend every day with those who matters, taking care of my health, my passions and my talents.

But don’t you think that it has been easy: I learn to appreciate loneliness and how managing the enormous and precious heritage of days with no appointments, with no duties.

I know people filling their days just to avoid a single minute of spare time: they live perpetually pursued from the clock and, even complaining about that, after all they are proud to define themselves “victims of labour.” And really none of them is President of the United States or Pope, on the contrary they are simply employees like I was.

Being always super busy allows many people to legitimate themselves, to show their own utility, and perhaps also to exorcize loneliness.

If you doesn’t fall in love with yourself, if you are not independent from other people’s judgments and from the external conditionings, you’ll be finding yourself loosing your time, sometimes so scared to be alone to stand with wrong people, or doing unless things.

Now I go to the beach with gloves and a bag where I collect butts and other litter left by unconscious persons.

Time ago, walking on the beach of #parconaturaledelledunedicorralejo, I saw a man throwing the butt of his cigarette into the sea, as if it was been the most natural thing in the world.

I asked him to pick it up and throw it in the trash bin, or buy a pocket ashtray. He answered me to mind of my own business (he has used definitely offensive terms).

I wonder “how can a person make such a barbaric act?”

“What drives a person to profane such a wonderful place, to show so little respect for nature? ”

The #nationalgeografic already argued in 2015 that “from the numerical point of view, cigarette butts are the single most abundant rejection on earth. On a global scale, they are dispersed in the environment more than 10 billion every day. Every single butt can contaminate 3 liters of sea water: the filter is intruded with toxic substances, which take from 5 to 20 years to be disposed of by sea in natural form.

There seems to be biodegradable butts as well: this does not allows throwing them into the sea.


I like to remember a Spanish organization called “Movimento no más colillas en el suelo” whit almost 16,000 followers on his Facebook page, promoting initiatives that I agree with; one of them is engaging dozens of volunteers to collect cigarette butts for a whole day on the beach at La Barceloneta, in Barcelona.

In only 8 hours, they collect more than 20,000 butts: they fill them with 8 transparent 5 litre containers and deposit them at the entrance to the beach.

Seeing these containers full of butts is disgusting and impacting: the initiative aims to raise awareness of the population, hoping to convince every single smoker who has the responsibility of his cigarettes, and that little is enough to avoid serious damages to the environment.


I read of a lady collecting butts from the beautiful beach of Varigotti, close to my hometown Genoa. Her’s name is Paola, and some Italian newspapers talk about her.

Mrs. Paola made me reflect: now I cannot stand and to turn to the other side when I see waste on the beach.

And she inspired me: now I go to the beach with gloves and a bag where I collect butts and other waste left by unconscious persons.