jueves, 16 de marzo de 2017
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
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