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Who I am:
Firenze, Italy. Galleria degli Uffizi.

The echo of the security guard’s footsteps slowly faded towards the distant museum exit.
Silence.
Silence echoed along the austere arcades on the first floor. Sunset filtered through the ancient windows, the sunrays interrupted in their paths by massive walls. Golden light ricocheted and dispersed off myriads of confused dust motes. At the end of the high windowed galleria, the heartbeat began to pound within the chilled white marble of Michelangelo’s Davide. Life’s essence stirred through his perfectly chiseled body, strength and heat gave him power to move. He slipped from his pedestal and headed towards Venere, in Botticelli’s room.
From the darkening sky, a full moon replaced eternity and cast an inquisitive look down. Davide’s shadow glided undisturbed amongst dozing masterpieces. On the upper level, beneath gold-leaved ceilings, silence reigned, actually held its own breath in reverence as Venere stepped out of her golden frame and leaving her seashell behind, she entered reality. The angels’ gazes followed her progress while her ancella gently smiled and wiped a lonesome tear.
Still wet from the scented sea mist, Venere’s long auburn hair trailed, barely covering her glowing body. Desire stirred deep within her soul, conjuring rhythmic waves within her.
She met Davide on a sunset windowsill. Doubts dissipated, washed away by the high tide of her will. The lovers allowed the salt-scented mist to subdue them, slowly, to unfold erotic dreams.
Please let reality be what fantasy was.
As the sun’s light faded away she drew him in, savouring primitive rituals, riding the moist rhythm of the waves to slowly drown their thirst. With the moon silently smiling, they reached for the sky and left agony behind.
That was the night my parents gave me life.
This life.
If I were a color, I would be gold. Born under the blessing of the full moon, protected by ageless, winged guardians, I played hopscotch with Giotto on checkered floors and hide-and-seek with masterpieces along marble staircases, among their golden frames and moth-dappled velvet drapes. My tiny hands pressed against rain-streaked windows while outside the river Arno swelled and found its way to the sea.
I grew up by the shadow of the leaning tower of Pisa. And, although the colors of Tuscany in August blush my skin, it is the Manouche mystery that pounds through my veins. I know the woods where Dante lost his way like the palm of my hand. I could escort you to the Inferno door blindfolded for I have knocked on it often myself. I crossed the Mississippi river and heard Jesse James ask Huckleberry Finn if he was real.
I swam with dolphins in the Gulf of Mexico and danced with the Queen of New Orleans on a wet, humid, winter night. I got drunk with Ezili in Savannah and cursed life, screaming at the moon in rage. I wandered in meadows restlessly and watched the winds with a longing I could not understand.
Absolutely still in a Veronica, I held a crimson cape of fears, enticed a crippled wolf to charge, and defied time.
I challenged the Goddess, belied my powers and regretted it all. I soared with a majestic eagle towards a sinking sun and caught up to it by Ayers Rock, where, anguished, I bowed. Subjugated at last, I embraced magic.
Too wild, too strong to be mortal, I wove a dream with love in my heart, passion in my soul and the mere breath of my very own life.
I have summoned the elements, conjured my yearning into a spell to be taken away across the endless sky. I have swallowed my pride and begged the gods to give me proof that life is worth the fight. Now, I walk through sorrow barefoot, careful not to step on the sharp, shattered pieces of my broken dream.
Now I lie still, numb and spent, waiting.
Books I've written, anthologies I've contributed to, and any scripts or plays I've authored:
Edited Il Silenzio delle Pietre a collection of poetry by Duke Giuseppe Avarna @ www.silenziodellepietre.info
Wrote Impariamo l'Italiano con l'Aiuto della Mano,@www.gemellipress.com
Upcoming release, "Among the Cloud Dwellers"
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I would gladly offer advice and help to translate the Italian language
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At 11:47am on January 15, 2011, Meg Waite Clayton said…
I just opened the door to the novelist group for you, Guiliana - welcome! You might introduce yourself by telling us what you’re working on in the “Show Me Your Novel and I’ll Show You Mine” discussion if you're not too uncomfortable talking about what you're working on. I’ll look forward to chatting with you!

Meg Waite Clayton
Novelist Group Moderator
Bestselling Author of The Wednesday Sisters and the forthcoming The Four Ms. Bradwells (Ballantine, March 2011)
At 2:32pm on January 14, 2011, Sarah Pinneo said…

Welcome to the fiction forum!

S.

At 2:09pm on January 13, 2011, Julia Barry said…
Hi Giuliana,

So glad you are here, and welcome to She Writes!
You can check out the Getting Started section to help you find your way around, or a great way to jump in is to get involved with our groups. You might particularly want to check out the Fiction Writers group.

Warm best,
Julia Barry
Social Community Manager @ She Writes
 
 
 

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