Miss Olga Rudge, for her Ninetieth Birthday, 13 April 1985

It was quite late, you know... San Marco was deserted. (She refilled

my glass). I had been to a concert... It was no long ago.

(She smiled).

Capisci? I knew I should have walked 'round, but there it was :

San Marco,

my dear, and no one on it ! I began to walk across the empty

Square -

you understand, my dear ? Out of the shadows a young man appeared.

I continued walking. He began to leap and dance around me.

I walked on... (Olga's elegant head, defiantly eret)... crossing

San Marco at an angle, you understand, towards the Canale.

I had been at the teatro Malibran, at a concert. Again the man

leaped and danced in a circle around me ! (Her face crinkled).

I said nothing. He said nothing. As I walked, he danced,

I walked and so on. (She shrugged : if that is what he wants to do !) He danced, circle after circle... until we finished crossing the square.That's all : (she laughed) I walked, he danced !

I know a good sight more about Miss Olga Rudge than that

but nothing to describe her any better (or so well!) I think

Ezra (a master, who took the simpler forms of courage for granted, while the larger he headed on, intractable as an angered daemon)

was listening, impresed by her handsome gestures and fearlessness,

amused by her merriment and large appetite for being entertained.

Dachine Rainer

extrait de "Giornale di venezia"

2 commentaires :

Anonyme a dit…

such a talent !

14 janvier, 2008

Anonyme a dit…

Où peut-on trouver son livre Giornale di venezia ? Vos chroniques sont tjs aussi passionnantes ! Sunny

15 janvier, 2008