SON OF THE ISLAND (20/07/2007)
He who is born on the island is not her son. 
He’s not her descendent.
He is the island.
He is the island herself, with all her mysteries,
beauty, smells and sentiments.
To be the son of the island is to bring her in the heart.
To be the son of the island is to stop being it to start being her.
The sons of the island become, eventually, the island.
And we, who are still her sons,
await our turn to be,
to become a green body, full of life.
He’s not her descendent.
He is the island.
He is the island herself, with all her mysteries,
beauty, smells and sentiments.
To be the son of the island is to bring her in the heart.
To be the son of the island is to stop being it to start being her.
The sons of the island become, eventually, the island.
And we, who are still her sons,
await our turn to be,
to become a green body, full of life.
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