Serrat Juan Manuel Miscellaneous Mediterranean />I carry your light and your smell
wherever I go.
and asleep in your sand
I keep love, games and sorrows.
I, who on my skin carry the bitter taste of eternal crying, that a hundred towns have poured into you from Algeciras to Istanbul so that you can paint your long winter nights blue. />By dint of misfortunes,
your soul is deep and dark.
My eyes became accustomed to your red sunsets
like the bend to the road.
I am a cator , I am a liar,
I like gambling and wine.
I have the soul of a sailor.
And what am I going to do if I...
I was born in the Mediterranean.
br/>I was born in the Mediterranean.
And you come and go,
after kissing my village,
playing with the tide.
You are like a woman,
scented with tar,
that is longed for and that is loved,
that is known and feared, alas.
If one day for my evil
the grim reaper comes to look for me,
Push my boat into the sea,
with an autumnal lift
and let the storm
scrap its white wings.
And bury me without mourning,
between the beach and the sky.
On the side of a mountain
higher than the horizon.
I want to have a good view.
My body will be the path,
I will give green to the pines
and yellow to the genista.
Near the sea, because I...
I was born in the Mediterranean.
I was born in the Mediterranean.

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