“We are Spaniards, Africans, Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, Arabs, Pisans, Byzantines, Piedmontese. We are the yellow gold broom that falls on the rocky paths like great lighted lamps. We are the wild solitude, the immense and profound silence, the splendor of the sky, the white flower of the cistus. We are the uninterrupted kingdom of the mastic tree, of the waves that run down the ancient granites, of the dog rose, of the wind, of the immensity of the sea. We are an ancient land of long silences, of wide horizons and pure, of dark plants, of mountains burned by the sun and by revenge. We are Sardinians. “-
Grace Deledda