Mediterranean Sonata  
Aeolian Island, many years ago.

My father was born at the slope of a volcano, on the Mediterranean seashore.
…I miss him.

I am nostalgic for that sunset in August, lying on the beach made of volcanic pebbles.
I am nostalgic for that sun concert, wind, fire and the smell of salt.

He is in me, like the sea; in my passion and in my tears.