The Guardian of the Tower
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Now I stand on duty as the guardian of this ruined tower that overlooks the Mediterranean Sea. Ive seen so many things going on inside and outside this place. I think Ive seen it all. So there is no purpose in making decisions that could change my life . . . nothing will change.
Teresa Briganti
I was born in Clairton , Pennsylvania, USA. My father had been exiled by the Fascism. I grew up bilingual. We moved to Italy when I was eleven. Although I could speak the language, I had to learn to read and write in Italian. Afterward I attended regular Italian schools. I was awarded with a BA at La Sapienza University in Rome in languages and foreign literatures (French, Italian , English, American). I got my MA in Linguistics at Tor Vergata University in Rome, specializing in teaching Italian as a foreign language. I lived and worked for some time in Tuscany, then I settled down in Rome. I worked as a teacher of English language and literature in Italian secondary schools. I was also coordinator of cultural exchange programs that allowed students from different countries to meet and improve their understanding of one another. I was a firm promoter of cultural exchanges and gave talks in several conferences to support my ideas. I was appointed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as Italian language and culture promoter (lettore) and sent to universities in Ireland and Czech Republic. I spent several years traveling throughout Europe and living in many different places. Such a wonderful experience gave me a chance to enlarge my understanding of people and human soul. There were hard times too. In the meanwhile, I got married and had three boys that right now are scattered around Europe. One is an architect in Ireland, the middle son is an engineer in Prague, and the youngest is an architect in Rome. I retired three years ago, and since then I am permanently living in a fortress on the sea. The tower that now is an outstanding ruin was built by Pope Gregorius XIII in the sixteenth century to guard the coast from the Turks. It is unique, and I am lucky to be here although I miss my children so much. My visitors come over to see my place, and apparently they all have a story to tell.
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The Guardian of the Tower - Teresa Briganti
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Contents
The Godess Of Fairyland
Torre Gregorana
Beauty And Pain
Social Life And Motherhood
White Tulips
Brunette And Lonely
An Old Child
The Label
The Writer
The Mermaid Dreamer
Our Neighbor
Eternal Love Under
The Summer Sun
An Unwrapped Gift
The Storm
The Lovely Business Lady
Blue Flowers
Conflicts
Faith And Despair
Old Friends
Stefano And Love
Terracina And Donna Oympia
The Guardian Of The Tower
Dreams Are Gone
The Collapse Of The Giants
Love And Devotion Forever
The Trap
The Curse Of Fairyland
A New Illusion
The Real Thing
A Failed Farwell
Where Are You Christmas?
Business
The Boy With A Dream In
The Promised Land
Glory Days In Prague
Freedom And Awareness
The Happiness Tree
Rebellous Neighbor
The Expiring Date:
Sephen Dedalus At Lunch
Houses And Homes
Peace Bitter Sweet
The Lady In Blue And
The Girl In Pink
Perfection
Recovering Memories
And Joy
My Torturers And My Escape
Forgive
THE GODESS OF FAIRYLAND
Her presence was felt long before she entered the room.
He said: my wife will be here soon
and moved away as if he had something on his mind. I sensed the sound of devotion in his voice. He reminded me of the elves of his land. His Irish eyes, two clever pools of greenish brown, could hide any feelings which lingered in his soul. The sea in the cove below roared among the ruins of the ancient monastery that appeared fragile, yet eternal, beyond and above time and space. I admired the scene but then turned to mingle with society. I whirled around the room in a place wonderfully unfamiliar to me where, I thought, I could rest my soul
. I felt at ease in its sober luxury, my dark outfit matching perfectly with the black tablecloth set dramatically on the table.
Everyone seemed to be different from anyone I had ever met before and I could breathe freedom all around. We were all blown in
as the locals say, blown in by the wind of chance, desire, despair or adventure. We were foreigners who had found peace amidst these rocks between the ocean and the fields trying to call this place home.
Nothing was ordinary in the house where the party was going on and never would be. The walls were not white but soft hessian
, with a dash of elephant’s breathe
; a special color distributed by a posh English company. The kitchen cabinets had been imported from Italy, the window sills from Germany, marble floors from God knows where, and the pink couch from Paris, soft, soft forget your troubles
pink. Wine glasses were scattered all over the place; it was a house warming party, after all.
Bright red carpets flashed against the pale walls but something seemed to be missing. Silk skirts, jeweled bodies and abundant wine were waiting for her arrival… I could hear the ladies whispering her name to one another with admiration. Riding, she has been riding, but she was coming… After what seemed a lifetime the door opened, she entered the room, dressed in an understated black outfit embellished only by a silver chain with some sort of Celtic demigod that stared at the crowd. She, the Goddess of the Island
, was simply enchanting, apparently unaware of all the excitement, as she made her way through the room to greet me. You come from Italy. Wonderful place… the colors… so vibrant! I love your country.
The instinct of a painter lingered deep in her soul. I felt protected and at ease with her. The wisdom and charm of this lady stood out dramatically and for a long time after that I shined in her light and enjoyed her joie de vivre
with simplicity. Her blue eyes, a spring of fresh water, many times quenched my thirst for compassion and understanding, until I lost sight of them.
I had to leave again. It was not the place where I could rest my soul
after all.
TORRE GREGORANA
Now I stand on duty as the guardian of this ruined tower that overlooks the Mediterranean Sea. I’ve seen so many things going on inside and outside this place. I think I’ve seen it all
. So there is no purpose in making decisions that could change my life… nothing will change.
I’m sitting on the dock of the bay… , as the song goes, suspended in the dark on this terrace, overlooking the sea. I perceive from a distance the lighthouse of our neighboring town.
Its beam brings my thoughts back to earth as the sea becomes the stage for a beautiful moon that fills these magic nights of my unique life. The atmosphere is crammed with unspoken words and this ambiguity leads me to breathe in the mystery of the universe and its creation.
I have always abandoned myself to the wind, the ocean waves and the Moon.
Long ago, I made up my mind, left everything behind, never to return, directed thoughts to where I could begin breathing
anew. Since then, I have lived several other lives in different places with the same purpose. But they are all the same, in the end. Why should I want a new dress? Where am going?
Indeed, I might find the right occasion to wear a new robe, go out into the street, and face some odd lady and say: Yes, I know perfectly what I am going to do in the future. I know my purpose in life. Damn it if I know!
The lady dressed in blue and white would smile at me as I changed my mind over and over again.
Perhaps, I should wait until this afternoon to decide.
The air is fresher and the cooler breeze gives more perspective to dreams. Then, when evening comes I will ask myself Why should I begin a new project, no purpose, let’s just go to bed… tomorrow.
I am the Guardian of the Tower where everything has already happened.
History has repeated itself so many times in this place I call home… How can I expect novelties? plans? What hopes? I am to protect and defend Greg but with what energy, if I can barely handle myself?
Gregoriana, the tower, is a wrecked beauty, like me, all wrinkles and holes. We are proud of both; it took us so much pain to get them. She was mined during World War II and has never recovered; a reminder of human folly as I am of foolishness and we get along perfectly together.
We know the