Mediterraneo by Anna Raimondo

A woman’s voice repeats “Mediterraneo...”.
 The initially crystal-clear voice imperceptibly tires, chokes, finally drowns. 

The vocal rhythm is obsessive, with its endless iteration of the same word: a mantra; the word, iterated like a string of scarcely dissimilar pearls, outlines a circular ordering, somewhat like the in-and-off waters trajectories.
Far from being an individual echo, the voice articulating “mediterraneo” is a chorus generating space, manifesting the artist's impossibility to face this contemporary drama.
(extract from a text by Silvia Litardi)