Jun 12, 2017
She was waiting in the garden sitting on a chair, a book in the hands
He was looking at her wondering why she was so distant guessing that she is now a dream, an image of fiction. He is a writer, reading Homer typing lines of endless feelings rewriting the story and he would like to know why she despises him
Later she will kiss a stranger and will go away with him because she is not Penelope even not Sophia Capri is not Ithaca and cars are driving too fast in Italy