Marcella zone-miscellanea

It is a lovely photo. Very well-composed and exposed. The mood is perfect.

I am intrigued by your words about the bomb. Was it an American bomb? I am unaware of any American poison gas in Europe during WWII, except the horrible incident at Bari.

My apologies for writing in English; my Italian is non-existent, and I am, alas, too old to learn another language easily and quickly, even for such a lovely young lady as you.

dW

beautifull

You see, mia bella Italiana? I am not the only one to see and appreciate your photograph!

It look like a moon, but it's the sun, isn't it?

Ah, so you remembered my name given me by the Cherokee, did you? I wear it with pride; I am honoured by the trust of such a sensitive Folk, though little did I expect to see it rendered in the beautiful tongue of the Italian peninsula ("Britannia est insula; Italia est pæne insula". LOLOL You see how well I remember the first page of my first-year Latin textbook? LOLOLOL and that, mia bella, was easily twice the years your lovely presence has graced this grand, wonderful, wide world, so full of wonders, yet none so wondrous as yourself. And an old man is allowed to say such things to a lovely girl, without fear of cold steel, though in former times I have felt its chill, aye,and delivered more than my share, and hot lead (plumbum), too. If you could hear with your pretty ears my voice, my words, you would feel the truth of that, though i' mair airdinary English 'twould soond mair like wha' I spaill heir naow, fair many o' me lives o' lang agae wair i' the heelands o' bonny Scotland, noo locked in Winter's grip, but i' faire Summair, the bonniest, wildest land ye'll see on this airth.

Sorry to have done that, but I found that I had written thus to a young lady who had no idea of me, and, alas, I was under the influence of a few drops (just wee drops, but they're mighty in effect) of our fair brew o' the Highlands, and that was the effect it had. I wondered if the beauty of your head held also the brain to understand ... Pardon me, fair one, if I have offended. Old men do go on and on, don't they?

Ah, my pretty child ... I am sorry to have caught you in a moment of spiritual chill ... these things do come upon us, and usually they go, yet they are things that take the edge off our joy and make us, not so much sad, as not so happy as we should be. Yet perhaps it is well, this timing, for I am one who speaks of such things, indeed, in my own blogs you may have seen the traces of it just recently. A great sadness has come upon me, one that I can scarce mention, and yet, I have lived a long time and seen many clouds cover the sun and go their way. I am safe in the knowledge that this, too, will fade into the background. I will never be as I was, but I will be what I will be.

So maybe I can help you with your ice cube, if you wish to talk ... a ready ear and solid shoulder can often help us when we are in pain and confused. And hearing your pain may lighten my load a bit, too, in that curious way that troubles seem to cancel one another.

You have my email address, if you wish to continue this talk in a less public context.

So, mia bella Italiana, you still find that your picture stops passing folk, and becomes listed again on the pages of "popular photographs" ...
I told you it was good; but perhaps now you believe me better. LOL

And how fares your ice cube? It is melting, I hope. It pains me to think of such a lovely girl (excuse me; I should have said "young woman", but I am old, as you know, and my persective is distorted by it) feeling the chill that robs life of some of its joy. That chill is there, yes, in truth, but it is out between the stars, where The Creator put it, and until you travel those spaces, it should stay in its place and not bother you.

Ah! So the photo has popped up in the "Popular photos" section again, yet there is no new comment. Someone must have picked it as a favourite, mia bella Marcella, and thus it is once again proving its worth.

And do not think I have forgotten you; your letter is always in my mind, but my time has been taken up by things that I'd as lief not do, making it difficult to reply to a letter, the reply to which requires some thought.

Real life is so demanding! As the tentmaker says:

XCIX
Ah, Love! could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

A fool's dream, I'm told, life is the way it is, yet that doesn't mean that I have to like it that way.

And yet again, this photo surfaces! Have you, unknowingly, found a leprechaun? Or perhaps it is I; for, on this very day, I receive an email from you (which I have yet to read), so perhaps it is I who am blessed. If so, I willingly pass on the goodness to you ...

Cavoli, te di foto ce ne hai a vagonate! Ora ho un posto in più dove fermarmi nel consueto girovagare in rete

C'è davvero una bella luce in questa foto. Dove l'hai scattata?

And here it comes up again, Marcella! You have made a most memorable photograph ... once again, someone has noticed it.

Very good! And what was the bad odor from? In certain seasons and certain weather conditions, the sea can give off a miasma of revolting, stomach-churning stench that would make a skunk (mephitis mephitica) turn and run.

And what of you, mia bella Marcella? How fare you? Has your roommate departed, giving you free access to your own flat again? And you should be coming to the end of your studies soon, and facing that disturbing time of freedom from studies and seeking a means of support ... it can be difficult. I wish you good fortune in it, and if talking to someone can help, you know where I am.

Con tanti abbracci, mia carissima ...
Carlo

For dreams and castles in the air
I have the soul of a millionaire.