We are Spaniards, Africans, Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, Arabs, Pisani, Byzantines, Piedmontese.

We are the golden-yellow broom that showers onto rocky trails like huge lamps ablaze.

We are the wild solitude, the immense and deep silence, the brilliance of the sky, the white flower of the cistus.

We are the uninterrupted reign of the mastic tree, of the waves that stream over ancient granite, of the dog-rose, of the wind, of the immensity of the sea. 

We are a land of long silences, of vast and pure horizons, of glum plants, of mountains burnt by sun and rengeance.  

We are Sardinians.

Grazia Deledda