Tales of a night E-Book

Antonio Mare

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

The story is set in Rome. What will be discovered through the adventure of a summer night along the small streets of Trastevere, one of his Historical areas? It' really impossible not being involved by the eternal city that drags everybody in its vibrant and vital spiral. The protagonist lives his night conversing with old and new friends, through daily life scenes, history, legend, curiosity and fragment of thrilling memories.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Dedication

PROLOGUE

Rome, late summer...

The drink

Piazzas and fountains

The legend

The artisans

Tourists and residents

Dream landscape

The kiss

The cafe

Antonio Mare

"Tales of a Night..."

Antonio Mare

Title | Tales of a Night

Author | Antonio Mare

ISBN | 978-88-31673-16-7

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Dedication

My mother, to whom I dedicate this book, always told me when I was a boy:

"Son... I wanted you to grow up educated and well-mannered, and I've made sacrifices to send you to school so you'll know how to deal with the various situations you face in the future."

One of her qualities, which she underestimated and which no school can ever teach, was her gift of wisdom.

And sometimes this, which you never stop discovering, in one way or another, teaches us, over time, life.

PROLOGUE

The ferry moves slowly, keeping a short distance from the coast. A few minutes have passed since it started sailing. From the top deck I can admire the skyline of the island of Elba, covered in vegetation. I can clearly see the scattered houses, winding roads that climb up the hills and the little beaches still crowded with bathers.

The Mediterranean nature and the greenery of this land are incredible, its fragrant scents permeate the air.

The travellers looking out over the deck's railings seem to be remembering the carefree time they spent, watching Portoferraio nostalgically as it gets further and further away.

Their holidays are over. Sitting on a bench, some of them relax, stretching their legs out and turning their faces towards the warm afternoon sun.

During the hour long crossing, I take the opportunity to have a snack in the on board bar and distract myself by leafing through the glossy pages of a magazine.

Shortly before we arrive, I go outside and see a flock of seagulls following the ship's wake. I head for the rear deck, hold a portion of the left over snack between my fingers and stretch forward over the railing;

one of them glides slowly towards me… his legs stretched backwards under his body; the sun brings out the whiteness of his feathers; he rolls his head quickly and stares at me with his dark eyes; he balances, suspended in the air, so close I could stroke him, turns his head towards me one last time, as if to convince himself of the kindness of my gesture, opens his beak and in one rapid move takes his prey from my hands; he rises and turns back, gliding over the water, and settles on the sea to enjoy it in peace.

I am surrounded by a swarm of people taking photos.