My land ... my sea ..

My land ... my sea .. I am citizen of the World, I do not distinguish of races, languages, or borders, for me none of that exists, I was always like this .. But when the cold wind whips my face to the shores of a bustling Mediterranean sea raising beautiful white waves, I feel that inside my vibe is shaken and blood flows strongly through my veins.And it is that something within me arises like a flame and it is when for a moment I cease to belong to that World Global to which I belong and I simply become a daughter of my sweet land Catalonia and beautiful Mare Nostrum. By nekrokris