Take my glance and carry it far away,
where nobody knows us and I can so
tell you, my unknown
and kind tourist, the anecdotes and history
of an ancient land
mother of oleanders and junipers,
perfumed by thin branches of myrtle,
caressed by the fresh and light
Mistral like the silk that gives its meaning
to a beautiful inlet
becoming Cala di Seta (Cove of Silk) or, Calasetta