Mediterranea comes from the smells, the touch of the wind, the flavor of the burnt grain, the caress and the song of the blue water of the sea of my dear homeland. All things that I know so well that they have become part of me and that I just can’t express with words but they all take shape and form and suddenly come to life in an image. My heart fills with the thoughts that my land brings me, loneliness does not exist there, in its people in its plants in its waters there is something of mine.

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