Mediterranean Rain The sea is there, under the rain, a few feet from where I stand listening to its millennia old lapping at the rocks below mingling with light…| Mediterranean Poetry
Pinus Halepensis and Photons It took the ages of my great great-grandparents for them to reach their twisted girth. Past June, torridity presses them down into…| Mediterranean Poetry
Those Other Afternoons by the Sea With scent of orange in my fingers I sit on the terrace, the breeze undresses my sweat and my thirsty lips drink the afternoon…| Mediterranean Poetry