Dorina This time you are asleep. He kept his eyes open. I had guessed the right trend, at least for you?
Dorina is always elegant, organized, stick with the style that enhances rather than deny it, short white hair barely moved, a sweet smile on his lips when greeting, a necklace of amber corollary of ancient coquetry. Who knows.
During all our previous meetings as soon as I started reading here it is fall asleep and wake up only later, when the book closed and turned off the voice, as if my telling it not serve to facilitate sleep. A frown. A pet peeve. After all even a lullaby has its own because it is true, and yet ... ..
This time do not. I had to see it. I read a tale of the Tuscan tradition, one of the many variants of the story of Cupid and Psyche, the most popular in my childhood: the Stretta leafy street, your say that I told my is the title of collection.
And that's how I started, and who knows what this incomprehensible nursery rhyme has also contributed to fish between the memories of Dorina few threads to weave, awakening, literally, his interest.
And the other the rest of me seemed more involved.
Call childhood and myth.
Santina, the youngest, to laugh with her throaty laugh and scratched, the almost incomprehensible language, the trailing end of a typical southern dialect, the attitude of virginity as a teenager and the sudden blushes, underlining the crucial steps of ' action, the discovery of the beauty of the husband by candlelight, and evidence dealt heroin. What story there Rice will be behind that? Every now and then come to the meetings out of breath and sweating: it has just finished ironing, because I believe that Santina is one of the non-paying guests, and then collaborates with the housework.
Emma, \u200b\u200bthe gruff, standing there as if by chance ("What have I got into all this? I'm here to embroidery or knitting, and the whole 'people are a little' annoying), the rigid legs resting on the chair opposite, sticks to the wall ready for use. But Emma is awake and listen, nothing escapes, not even when my voice cracks and he offers me a glass of water. Yet at the start of this experience was an absence, seemed to say: do as if I was not there. She was not among the interested to read between the Autoconvocate or convened. But it has become among the most loyal and assiduous. There
Lina, sdentatella and almost always smiling, I said almost always, but sometimes it comes with a grudge, who has quarreled with the complaint as a nun or ....: Even as I read to her every so often tarnish the eyes. There are
Marie, and Mariuccia Mariolina. One of them, I do not remember which of the three different answers, it is as if he were always on edge, often spy the clock, and no later than five minutes before the reading hour is over you shake the chair almost begging to be vacated to go away. Play a little, is always a bit 'grumpy, think of its duties, under 11 must set the table. But it is also the one that once, when I said, 'But you know that I'm fond of you? svirgolò suddenly from his position, almost fell with excitement and had an expression, a twinkle in his eyes, which never forget. But is not listening, always.
There is the timid, Rosaura, is Ivan, a recent purchase that may have replaced Alma, or Gabriella? Not to mention all. Maybe next time I will make a monograph on Rosaura or Ivana, I want to study them better.
's a strange place, this. Whenever I go there I have a fear, to ask why there is no Titian or Caia. The last few times I've missed two or three of them, and I wanted to ask about, I dreaded the answer. I missed Raffaella, the Sicilian doctor (the medical Sicilian? We need to reform the vocabulary, damn!), His lines full of classical culture, though confusion, jokes, proverbs, the idioms of popular wisdom. I miss Gloria and his mysticism, and the provocative context required to purchase a girdle garters: with the stretch, he said, the third measure, flesh-colored, please buy me?
E 'happened twice already that they are missed, and I was told the reason.
The first of Alma, one of my favorites, it's ugly express preference perhaps, but Alma really entertained me with his curiosity, wit, with his comments as appropriate. We can say that around her had created the group.
I had asked (and had also asked Laura agrees with me that the appointments weekly) series, she liked my colorful necklaces, and eventually him I had chosen a particularly lively. A few days later she died, gently, in his sleep, but it was a pain to find her. Gabriella Then, loving, modest, quietly disappeared to, I had not noticed, I had to ask: But Gabriella? E 'mooorta said Santina, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In fact, it is natural. They go to church, participate in the funeral in a disciplined, aware of how the other, the other will watch your body with affection and participation disenchanted.
E 'if this thing started to read to the ladies who spend the last years of their lives in a nursing home. I've always loved to read to others, to accompany the need to communicate with the pleasure of reading, sharing the beauty (and sometimes, inevitably, the ugly). Those were years that I thought of inventing something to put into practice, I proposed something Italian Blind Union, but had not gone to port anything. Then, thanks to Raethia, everything is concrete, almost in an instant.
I said to myself that it is a job "to lose". Do not fall into any category, nor do I think of a voice, a chapter that could lead to rules of the so-called market.
But it is his absolute selflessness, his complete uneconomic to make it something precious, for me at least , is the 'on the' beautiful, I tell myself in Tuscany that I'm Sicilian, so I celebrate so also the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy.
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