Icaro's Dream

The desire to surpass one's limits, to go beyond, to venture into other realms, whether in the depths of the abyss or in the clearest skies, where other living beings prevail.
To conquer the force of gravity, to forget one's own weight. To fly with one's own strength. To enjoy freedom. Without the aid of mechanical means. Without internal combustion engines. Listening to the sound of the wind. Feeling its measure in one's arms. Vibrating like a bird.
"Wings." That's what the kite-surf sail was called in slang at the beginning. It's certainly no coincidence.

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_There are special places where a unique energy permeates everything. It's the wind. It's the sea. It's the sun. It's something more. _
The beaches of Porto Liscia and Porto Pollo in the channel of the Maddalena Archipelago in Sardinia are one of these places. The wind blows here every day of the year. And it brings "Icarus" practitioners from every corner of the planet. Some beginners, some seasoned masters.
A place where aspirations meet. Old dreams in new clothes.
Behind a land steeped in history, beneath the feet, sand ground by centuries, upon the elements of nature. A place where dreams come true.