It’s not a meeting
A year later, the truth is gone and the love is gone too. Reading John, waiting for Richard, regretlessly looking through my faults: the Princess is not on her sand anymore while the sea remains almost the same.
From the seashore (2)
A bilingual stammering. (English) Layers of memoirs as vanished civilizations. An epoch vanished in a late winter sea. (Italian) Strati di ricordi come civiltà scomparse. Scomparse un’epoca nel mare di un tardo inverno.
From the seashore
Though I’ve spent most of my life between the plain and the mountains, the last week nights we slept just a few meters from the seashore: that deep, wavy sound is there from time immemorial! That’s obvious but what tangible, powerful example of Πάντα ῥεῖ.
