And now let's also bring along a beautiful poem, to better describe the emotions, feelings, facts, events, and thoughts that will characterize that blessed island...

Georges Moustaki in Lo straniero

"The Stranger"

"With this stranger’s face
I am just a real man
even if it won’t seem so to you.

I have eyes as clear as the sea
capable only of dreaming
while now I no longer dream.

Half pirate, half artist
a wanderer, a musician
who steals almost as much as he gives.

With this mouth that will drink
from every fountain it sees
and perhaps will never stop.

With this stranger’s face
I have traversed my life
without knowing where to go.
It was the summer sun
and a thousand women in love
that matured my age.

I have done wrong with an open face
and sometimes I have suffered too
yet I have never cried.

And my soul, you know
will end up in purgatory
unless a miracle occurs now.

With this stranger’s face
on an abandoned ship
I have arrived to you.
Now you are a prisoner
of this splendid chimera
of this love without age.

You will be queen, and you will reign,
the things you dream of
will become reality.
Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes.

Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes."