"Febbre Mediterranea" captures the wildness and stillness of summer in a way that cuts through the haze of memory. It brings back the rawness of those days—the blistering heat, the sunburns, the ache in your feet from walking miles on hot asphalt. It's the smell of salt sticking to your skin, the sting of sweat in your eyes, and the way sand clings to everything long after you've left the beach. It’s an ode to the way summer and youth hit you hard and fast, leaving you breathless. Have you ever had the feeling that you never actually lived something because it went by so quickly?

That's what summer feels like—a rush of moments so intense they blur together . One minute, you're caught up in the chaos of it all, the next, it's over, like it was all a fever dream. The season is wild, restless, filled with the contradictions of freedom and the pressure to live every second to the fullest. There's a fierceness to it, a sense that if you blink, you might miss it. It's not romantic; it's raw and untamed. It's the sun beating down on your back, the relentless pursuit of something undefined, the laughter that turns into silence too quickly. "Febbre Mediterranea" is a tribute to this intensity, to those summers that rush past, leaving behind the ache of something felt deeply but too fast to fully grasp.