I walked streets that smelled of Summer. I climbed steep rocks overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, sunk in majestic and lush bushes. Barefoot and naked of emotions and words.
I let the wind went through me and spoke to me and the smell of fig tree in bloom inebriated my mind and senses.
I searched in vain those intense moments for a long time to come later and, like Marcel Proust with his madelain...
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