Text of John N.
My bedroom prende aria e luce da una porta-finestra che si apre su un balcone. Nel dormiveglia proprio in quella direzione volsi lo sguardo attratta da un misterioso richiamo.
Nella luce dell’alba intravidi la figura di una giovanissima donna che lentamente si avvicinava al mio letto.
Ora la vedevo bene.
“Sei sveglia?”
“Sì che sono sveglia ma tu chi sei?”
Quando la giovane si avvicinò ancor più , fui colta dalla stupefazione. Riconobbi quelle fattezze, quei capelli lunghi e neri, quel sorriso dolcissimo, mite, velato di malinconia.
“Tu?”
“Allora mi riconosci?”
“Sì ma non ricordo your name: I'm sorry. "
" Baby do not you apologize. Many years have passed since the last time we met in Venice for ... .. ".
interrupted. "Yes I remember. Studied at the University of Venice. When we had to take the exams we were in college Ciliota. You were coming from Piedmont. I'm from Friuli. There was born in Venice our friendship. We slept in the same room and sharing their worries for esami.Che Heartbeat. " "Exactly," replied the young man with a mischievous smile. "I do not understand" I said "you talk of almost forty years ago and you still face as a child allora.Come you?".
"For me the time is stopped. "
"What do you mean?"
"What have 24 years."
still did not understand.
"Me too, they say, I do not harbor bad, but we can see that the years have passed ...."
"It 's different Paola. A bill is to go well, another thing is when time stands still. " The girl smiled at me reassuringly
then continued the conversation: "whatever happens you have to have courage and confidence. Remember confidence. "
reached out a hand to touch her but she walked away shaking his head slowly, as if to say "not possible".
He paused a moment before the window. The begged to stay still, we had many things to say and remember, but her wherever she appeared, he vanished .. At that point I woke up. I was a little impressed. I reassured the morning light illuminating the room in March. I looked at his watch. Marked at the normal time of awakening. I finished to calm down. Business as usual.
the dream I told my husband that I was impressed but there was not much time to think. The commitments loomed like every day. Just over a week, when that dream came unexpectedly to recur.
In the library of his office for my husband has a shelf to remember about me, including some surviving books of the time University.
that morning (she never did) took my book of English literature and opening it at random, saw a slide card (even a postcard as they used to years ago). There was a brief note at the bottom and a date that intrigued him: a date many years ago. My husband called me and together we read: "My dear, yesterday I received the first letter from you and I will compliment the brilliant results of two tests that have already passed. After all those votes you fully deserve them. You'll be so nice if you want, as we agree, deliver the lecture in history at the earliest. I will be in Venice on Sunday 20 cm and I hope I can embrace. Many kisses and thanks very much. Delfina. The smiling face and sweet dream came nome.Delfina then how can we forget?
With my husband we agreed that it seemed that fate insisted because I remembered that name and rinverdissi memories. So we decided to look for it.
Alexandria Phone Book B ... .. so many names the same. What call? Tested on the first and we had luck, or so it seemed at first because it said the relatives. It was not easy to explain. Then the question, "and Delfina?". There was a silence that was supposed to prepare. The conversation went on: "Delfina is died after a terrible disease, the threshold of graduation, since many years. "The feelings are indescribable tested, made of incredulity and pity. It was fatal to return to the enigma of the dream that seemed destined to the mystery.
A month after these events my son was stricken with leukemia. With my husband accompanied him to travel the long and agonizing tunnel disease. Nameless anxieties. Physical and mental strength. Always a strong trust. From the tunnel we came out in late autumn and in spring the following year we went to Alexandria. The
Rosanna reminiscent cousin Delfina with undiminished affection accompany it took a little chapel in the cemetery where full of plants and flowers, rests Delfina. La Rosa also plays down saying he uses to talk to the dead as they were alive. A loud voice says: "Delfina is your friend Paola came to see you ....". I saw the photograph on the marble.
as I saw in the dream. With blacks hair, big eyes and a sweet smile. I was infected by Rosanna and I felt almost as if I went into his house. I went up to the marble. I put my hand on that picture as if caressing: "Delfina my son is healed."
John N.
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