Forse più tardi... | Some small things (those that had prompted my Augustinian moment of dejection) are fixing themselves, my cousin/goddaughter had her Confirmation, I had fun with my dad's side of the family, and tonight - the trend goes on! - I dreamed about the Duke of Wellington, i.e a young and handsome Christopher Plummer in "Waterloo", and his whole red-coated British army. But we were not fighting the battle of Waterloo. Or if we were, we lost it. We fought in castles, by a harbour on the sea, through the streets of an unidentified place. It was like a TV movie in four parts (like the actual battle - Quatre Bras, Wavre, Ligny, Waterloo) and we lost the final one. At one point a soldier hinted to the Duke that maybe they could take that farm in the fields over there and make a standpoint there, and I was all, "yes, yes, take the farm in the the fields over there", but he just looked pensive. But we definitely were in love with each other. In the final part he appeared middle-aged, like the later Maeve saga where they were practically or actually married but nobody had to know. So we gazed in each other's eyes while sitting in a meadow at a party, and almost kissed, and I don't know how we supposed to hide it from others. How long ago did I write that stuff, 1995? Such memories! |