From the balcony of my room in the Adriatico Guest House I can see the sun approaching the line of the horizon where sea and sky meet, a hazy and vaporous line partially hidden behind the blurred fog the heat of the day slowly manufactured to leave it floating like clouds, hanging motionless above the water. Sailing ships and motorboard-driven boats return to the safety of the dock after a day long absence, each one of them to fill its assigned slot, until the entire place will be packed with boats, one from another side by side, and order will be restored. For a brief instant the scene brings to mind the pages of "The man and the sea", the rise and the fall, a most literary swan song. The sea is calm. The ripples of its surface do not break, unlike waves. The sunlight reflects from this perfect mirror and reach my eyes to nearly blind them. I have to shade them with my hand. Down in the street and along the promenade groups of people wander up and down and couples walk holding hands in a sunday-like attitude of slowness and relax. I've got nothing better to do than to waste my time watching the view my balcony offers. It's a momentary lapse of peacefulness before the delicate moments due to come in the next days. This is Trieste, I arrived yesterday and I'm still waiting to set my eyes on my missing luggage.
[I somehow feel I have to apologize for not uploading anything new here but just the same old stuff I already wrote years ago for my former 'Scattered Thoughts' page. I don't write much lately. I never wrote much anyway. My apologies.]
[I somehow feel I have to apologize for not uploading anything new here but just the same old stuff I already wrote years ago for my former 'Scattered Thoughts' page. I don't write much lately. I never wrote much anyway. My apologies.]
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