The Litthe Book of the Dead - Caterina

 

You departed along your path, Caterina, which was your own, distinct from any other path you shared with me for a while.
You left me in Pisa and went to the place that possesses eyes and listens to everything, where no harm is done.
You departed unnoticed, effacing the last fragile thread that still bound our distances together. You have gone to a longer, more extended lifetime.
I remember your dreamy eyes. And now, when I see them emerge from Nothing, I know I will imagine the young girl you were in far-off Florence in 1950.
I imagine your dreams, I imagine your body pulsating with young blood, seeking a space in this world.
Did you fulfil all your dreams, Caterina?
Have you become what you desired on this earth, Caterina?
I remember a sunny day in Pisa, a light breeze hitting our faces, you taking my arm as we left the hotel, walking down the lungarno.
It felt like a new beginning. It always feels like a new beginning. We are constantly abided by a beginning.