How did we pass the start of the New Year a decade years ago? Memories reinforced by photographs give us intimations.
The New Year aperitif (‘Buon Anno’) was beautifully prepared by Sandra:
Our cat was ten years younger (and us too, of course):
We went to Barga to meet Italy’s favourite white witch, the Befana:
We visited the underground excavations under Lucca’s baptistery.
The circus was, of course, included:
The days were blue and sunny – snow had not yet fallen.
We had friends in 2007 which we longer have:
And some which we still have:
And we still have ourselves:
THE NEW YEAR PARTY
Darkling as a Tuscan forest, perfumed
with Venus’s scent, my darling, I had thrown
myself before your loveliness: consumed
by passion’s volcano I saw you alone.
Life’s end in eternity frightened me,
yet, reborn in concord of symphonies
untouched by strange waters, I wished you free
rejecting another suitor’s deaf pleas.
I know and know you not, Florentine girl
shimmering like night’s river; surrounded
by winter, your soul’s body shall unfurl
with mine and weave a single radiant thread.
And then our nights of love will shine as one
across the square’s lights to the future sun.
That poem refers to a party in Lowndes square, London, lost in the mists of time but sealed by a bond that has never left me through the mountains and valleys of life.