Lisa Corva

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This never love that altered everything but went nowhere.

Thursday, 18 May 2017 @11:00

"This never love that altered everything but went nowhere."
(André Aciman)
Im/possible loves: the enigma of desire.

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But I also loved the languor that sat upon the city, like a lovers’ tired, unsteady arm resting on your shoulders.

Friday, 16 September 2011 @07:23

"But I also loved the languor that sat upon the city, like a lovers’ tired, unsteady arm resting on your shoulders."
(André Aciman)
Languid love.

Languid love, languid hot summer evenings. The city Aciman describes is Roma, but it could be anywhere in the world, now, while summer's ending. And how I Iike this old fashioned word, languor. How I like the feeling of surrendering. That’s what we spoke about, when I met André Aciman in Manhattan, last January. We spoke about his books (today’s quote is from "Call me by your name"); about love, surrendering, and nostalgia, but about all about desire. The spark of desire. That's what keeps us alive.

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Hold my gaze. And call me by your name.

Friday, 25 March 2011 @08:02

"I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name."

(André Aciman)

Look at me.

I met André Aciman in Manhattan, on a winter evening between snowstorms (exactly as it happens in his last book, "Eight white nights"). We met at the café of Barnes & Noble, windows facing Union Square. But somehow, it felt like being oceans away, in the Caffè degli Specchi, in Trieste. Today’s words are from his book "Call me by your name" (Farrar, Straus & Giroux): a story of desire and enchantment. And reading it, you understand what you knew already: that only when we desire we really feel alive.

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Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.