In Ksamil's gentle embrace, I find my place, Where the turquoise whispers kiss the shore, A world in waves of aquamarine lace, And olive trees sway like guardians of lore. Thirteen years of wonder paint my world bright, In sunlit sands, dreams weave like ocean streams, Where every sunset holds a story of light, And youth is a dance under moonbeam's gleam. The island's call is the rhythm of my heart, Ancient echoes in the salt-sweetened air, Where laughter and seagulls freely dart, In this Albanian haven, free from care. I am the child of endless summer days, A blend of salt, sun, and olive's embrace, In Ksamil's arms, my spirit stays, A keeper of dreams in this cherished place.