The month of October ends with a very rainy cold Halloween and the spirits of the soul seem tuned into with those of the tombs - silent and listening as the rain falls.
A thought for my beloved dead – I dedicate these few minutes to all those people who passed through my life (for far too brief a moment) honouring me and enriching me with their presence. To all those who left this Earth too soon (too many) and to those who had a full life but who have left a sense of longing in us here.
My forever flowing love goes to my two grandmothers – two complementary women both with extraordinary lives- true models of how to live and love.
And in this solemn pearliness I hear the echoes of voices, of whispers and laughs of friends now passed away and with melancholy I realise that some of them have long crossed my mind. Please forgive me, though I may not think of you that often, I will never never forget any of you.
The sky is crying and its tears quench Nature's thirst.
Houses for the living … or dwelt in by those long gone. Tonight I dedicate this space to Villa Antico Molino: to your crumbling walls, to your faded frescoes, your wrought iron banisters, your spacious halls with moth-eaten curtains where dancing shoes still echo on the marble floors. To you, departed inhabitants, I feel you left something somewhat behind. And finally to you dark lady whose austere eyes watch us as we roam warily though your abode...