You will see, one day we will be young again and we will travel to Syracuse again like in those days. Sitting on a terrace, next to the fountain of Arethusa, a source of fresh water that Virgil cites in the Georgicswe will wait for the south wind to rise, bringing us as a gift the violent smell of lavender which springs into the austere galleries of the marble mines, open to the sun, with which the statues of all the gods were made. We will drink certain liqueurs after walking among the ruined temples and ancient amphitheaters where the tragedies of Aeschylus still resonate, and when we hear ourselves reciting his verses, the lizards will poke their heads out of the cracks in the cut stones. This place was then the island of Ortygia, where the nymph Calypso held Odysseus in her arms. You will see, one day we will be young again and we will sail across the Aegean Sea to Crete and we will arrive at the ruins of Knossos which rise in a valley of olive trees, vines and cypresses near the sea and as that morning we will be able to contemplate frescoes with dolphins, borders decorated with virgins and serpents, images of priestesses carrying in their hands glasses of incense and princes crowned with lilies, all this beauty supported by the blood-colored columns and song of blackbirds. You will see, one day we will be young again and we will travel through the cities of the world where there will always be an old English hotel with a reservation in our name. We will wear a soft-brimmed hat and a gusseted briefcase in which will be the trace of his passage to Nairobi, Serengeti, Kilimanjaro, New Orleans, Montparnasse, Rhodes, Deauville, Prague, Bangkok. Being young again isn’t that hard, if that’s what you’re worried about. Today, December 21, is the winter solstice. The sunlight will begin to grow every day. He is the god who is reborn every year, awakens the sap of sleeping trees and fills the old branches with new life. All you have to do is let this god perform this same miracle with you.
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