The sun has yet to heat up the day, and ’tis pleasant here in the freshness of the morning. Domenico removes his spectacles and stares at me. ‘You’ve done well, my dear. These poems are a credit to you.’ ‘Grazie, caro. I work so hard at my writing; I long to reveal my soul in my verses.’ I pause....
Cecilia stayed away from her. The house blessing must have worked. She visited the city of Treviso, where she strolled under the porticoes of streets echoing to the sound of exuberant university graduates, celebrating their laureate with crowns of laurels and singing raunchy songs in the wine bar...
Even at this time of day, the port was busy: barges clustered around ships at anchor; beetle-shaped ferries plied their way towards the mainland; neon advertising signs lit up the tenements on the waterfront. It was just as I remembered and my nerves tingled in anticipation. &nb...