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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.


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.