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upon the calm currents as the sun rises, spilling its colour into the
sea; staining it a magnificent scarlet. ‘In the sky, two swarms of
swallows converge, pull apart, interweave again like veils drifting at
cross-currents.’ The sea rocking him gracefully, the liquid velvet
gently kissing the sides of his vessel. He is far fromthis harrowing silence.
As I trace the deep crevices of his cold face, carved by longevity, I
am overcome by a growing sense of compassion for this man. For a
second I stop breathing. I wanted to whisper
ti voglio bene (I love you)
,
in his ear, to see his face sink in content, for him to know that I was
with him and that he need not have fear as he left this world. But I
can never say it, not today, nor tomorrow nor any other. Years. It
took me years to face him again, and now I stare freely, and he is
gone.
Ti voglio bene
.
‘
Il Silenzio E
Il Sentimento,
L’emozione
E La Paura
(Silence And
Sentiment,
Emotion
And Fear)
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