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."
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.
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.