Santana burning guitar strings solo playing ‘’Black Magic Woman’’.
Then the curtain rises… Silence… this magical black woman is a speedboat.
Black, of course. Made of Carbon fibre.

Elegant as a panther, and, as the fearsome feline, knows how to pull out the nails, if necessary. Now close your eyes. You are planing: around you hear the rustle of the wind that touches the carbon fiber hull. It is a feline. It is predator. It Scratches.
When all the notes are in the right spot, instruments are tuned harmoniously, well then ... Then the melody is sublime.
Like the one played by Dipiù’s engines. Like the rustling of the wind, a certain speed through the waves.