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We came from the sea
Tossed by the waves
Following herons
Blown by the wind
What we were
We did not remember
What we expected
We did not know
But we promptly liked
The land of silence
Its intense aromas
the strong colors
the bitter tastes
Now festive and peaceful
Now furious and livid
As the mood of the sea
And we liked
right away
the eyes of women
for them we stayed
and for them we coped
those who came later:
Punic and Roman,
Byzantine,
Iberian and Italian!
They have been all embodied,
merged on layers,
fibers of wounded hearts,
vibrant memory of cerebral cortex,
throbbing earth
under our tired feet,
where they stand proud,
oh Karalis,
your magical hills!
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