ROMAMOR/…. forgotten dreams sweet memories

when in rome....

I wish i could explain to you dear readers the immense beauty that surrounds me now. As you may have realized(or not considering i have not updated me blog in a while lol sorry :*) i am an artsit(another clue to discovering my identity). And being here awakens and arouses the multiple muses in my mind and feeds my inspiration, and yet…i need more.

The picture that you see beside you id the Trevi Fountain. And it is majestic as it looks( i probably sound like a travel guide..sigh..sue me ).

Anyway back to topic of the day lol, i just had to swoon for a bit.

Today is the anniversay of my grandfathers death…and perhaps it seems cruel that i am not filled with sadness but instead wiith happiness.  Let me explain. It is well known that everything that lives will die…and his time came to die. Of course i was grieved because i was  very close to my grandfather, perhaps closer to him than with my parents because we shared the same interests and i could have countless of conversations with him and never get bored. I had a dream about him last night. He was sitting in front of the white washed walls of his home smoaking his favourite rosewood pipe, leaned back against his favourite oak chair with a satisfied smile. I walked towards him(perhaps it is a forgotten memory but in the dream i was eight years old, two years younger than when he died) at his feet as usual. He looked at me and told me a story of a boy who was following his father to a river. The father was about to begin a  journeyand turned back to the boy and told him not to cross the river becaus eonly he could cross the river. The river looked fairly shallow as the boy watched his father cross it…so he followed him and drowned. The father was stricken with grief and could not enter the river to save him or retrieve the body.

‘What does that mean kwaru?( a nickname i used to give him)’

‘It means don’t be sad for me’.

it reminds me of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice(read the story at www.paleothea.com) but i leave you to interpret his words in honour of him….

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