Capitolo 64
slightly. Did he/she know there were fairies in Our Plaza, Dominie?"
"Always."
"I think that its name is the Felicità. Fairy is such there in this world,
Dominie?"
"There has been."
"There will be then always. I think that it was the Felicità because she went
street so quickly."
"Felicità. Did it try to hold her/it?"
"So very hard! But I was awkward and raw. You slipped through my arm."
"Did he/she leave void?"
"Nothing."
"Then what is this?" I lifted only from the earth to his/her feet a petal
of rose pink color, fragrant, unwithered, and it put him/it in his/her hand.
"The kiss" of the fairy, he said dreamily. "That is for goodbye."
The moon, wet over a cloud it dissolved the spell. Youth straightened
on brusquely on his/her bench, rubbing spell from his/her eyes.
"Am I speaking to my sleep, Dominie?"
"Possibly."
"What kind of discourse? Nonsense?"
"Nonsense--or the wisdom. How should I know?"
"Dominie there is a perfume in the air? A sense of smell of roses?"
"You look in Your hand."
He slowly opened the fingers and he/she closed again them, softly jealously.
"Me now" I have to go, he vaguely said. "I can come again to see her/it
sometimes, Dominie?"
"You will perhaps bring the Felicità with you", I said me.
But him the head only shook him. On the tomorrow its van had gone from the
alley and the house to Number 37 of which you/he/she had been once the House
Silvery bawls, were again without voice.
* * * * *
Anything of the taste of the life went out with the vanners of Ours To straight angle.
I failed theirs to wide-vary and casual discourse of politics, art, religion,
the fourth dimension and each other. I still felt me sure that I should see
them double again. There is a spell plotted in Our Plaza--you/he/she has contained me
these sixty years and more, and I wonder me to durations if Died him
you/he/she can break him/it--what it draws again the hearts that you/they have known once the
place. It was one long month, nevertheless before the butterfly fluttered again.