примечания:
Walking along those empty, narrow streets, under a thin rain, he had felt a presence following him... penetrating deep inside his thoughts... intense..
Erice... a city full of history... myths... ghosts... all coming from immemorial ages. Where Phoenicians, Greeks and Romans had worshipped goddess Astarte, Aphrodite, Venus.. all different names for same entity: Love's goddess. Where Heracles had been inbetween one of his famous twelve works. Where Aeneas had made his father's funeral and had left some fellows before departing to other lands. And one of those men establishing there... a priestess of Venus... forbidden love... departures to other lands, beyond the sea... and broken hopes...
He went on walking... he had been at a bar, some minutes before, talking to someone he had just met... but with the feeling they knew each other from years.. they had been there sharing their past, hoping their future... somehow a souls' meeting ... or a gentle touch of mighty Venus?
He finally reached the church and the singular tower, the one that had been, in the past, a watching point to see if ships would come near the town... both built with the stones of the old goddess' temple...
Rain had ended... and a soft , persistent fog was pervading all... he stopped for a while.. something at the tower... a noise?.. just breeze ? or...
He looked at its top... he felt it again, extremely intense inside his soul... yes, it was there...
Shivering, he went on walking, knowing that nothing would be again the same... nothing.
facts and.. from Silvia
