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Trying my feet on the waves

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

In memory of a night journey, consumed with three people I love and forcefully, each in its own way, have colonized large parts of my soul fallow.
back from a happy afternoon event, we are persuaded to accompany me to San Terenzo, one of the historic pilgrimage of my adolescence, where, deserted by tourists across the road, at least in the winter months, I went to revisit the places dear to My priceless and unforgettable Percy Shelley.
Villa Magni, now universally known as' Villa Shelley '(but what can you expect from the inhabitants of a town that has a hotel called' Hotel Shelley e le palme'?...) è ancora là, una sentinella bianca soffocata dal cemento di più recenti costruzioni, ma ancora ben distinta, come una signora che non tradisce se stessa nemmeno nelle circostanze più avverse.
Tornare a conteplarne i portici è sempre come rivedere una vecchia amica, o tornare in un luogo noto, sebbene, quando Percy l'abitò, essa dovesse apparire ben diversa, il mare che ne lambiva la facciata, insinuandosi in tutto il piano terra, impregnandola di salsedine e umidità.
Quello stesso mare (ma il mare è mai uguale a se stesso?...) che si distendeva palcido e tranquillo come olio sotto il cielo stellato, e contro il quale le nostre figure, issate sugli scogli, si stagliavano with the dramatic fading of fleeting shadows.
Some places never change, even when the world changes around them.
Or maybe keep the memory that is so intense that tracendere the actual contours of reality and show us just what we want to see what we pretend to believe.
The Dream of the Serpent has lasted so long, that I still wonder if he really stopped, or if my whole life is just a projection sets from the real, and what I have always been and always will be lies motionless in front of a white house in the Bay of Lerici, a stone swallowed by the ivy in Rome, the body of a teenager Cowgirl marble on a bed of waves under a dome of University College, Oxford.
But then I think about Percy, his hunger for life, and I realize that every moment has been lived and has its own because, even when I have the impression that the gray dust of the day and I would choke on every side.

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past
. A tone
Which is now forever Fled,
Hope Which Is now forever past, A love so sweet
It Could not last, Was Time long past
.

There Were
sweet dreams in the night Of Time long past: And
, Was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow

onward cast Which made us wish it yet Might last -
That Time long past.

There is regret, Almost remorse, For Time long past
.
'Tis like a child's beloved racing
A father watches, till at last Beauty is like remembrance
,
cast From Time long past.

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