Saturday, March 20, 2010
Fragment of a Taormina diary
I would love to loose myself into the misty horizon, between sky and sea, between Charybde and Scylla.
I would love to fade out slowly, like a fragile photograph when it is exposed to a too bright light.
I would love to die out, like a voice after singing a sublime aria.
I would love to vanish like a dream, like a shade, like a breath.
Hope is gone, it flied away, only pain remains.
Too much calls without any echo, too much silence in my life.
Perhaps it is just a bad day...
Solitude. Love. Solitude. Love.
Philip, Taormina Diary, Hotel San Domenico, March 20, 1895 (unpublished, private collection).