ISBN-13: 9781494922962 / Angielski / Miękka / 2014 / 156 str.
ISBN-13: 9781494922962 / Angielski / Miękka / 2014 / 156 str.
Sisters Sorelle Lucia and Giovannina were sisters. They shared the same history, heritage, customs and ways. They had the same blood and lived in a family rich in adventure, prosperity and tradition and were raised on an island in the middle of the sea. Suddenly they parted. Lucia went to America and began a life that separated her from her loved ones for nearly forty years. Giovannina stayed behind. This is their tale of adventure. Lucia e Giovannina erano sorelle. Sono cresciuti insieme. Hanno condivisi la storia, i costumi e modi della lora famiglia. Avevano lo stesso sangue e vivevano in una casa ricca di avventura, benessere e tradizione e sono state sollevate su un'isola al centro del Mediterraneo . Improvvisamente si separarono. Lucia ando in America e ha iniziato un viaggio che l'avrebbe separato dai suoi cari per quasi 40 anni. Giovannina rimase. Questa e la loro storia . Lucia "My first memories are of her. I remember the first sights, sounds and smells of life. I opened my senses to the world and I remember her voice, her face and the sweet smell of her perfumed talcum powder. I remember her warm, secure embrace and I remember how she gently pinned the soft cotton cloth to me. I remember my eyes seeing light and colors for the first time and the lights and colors were her face. I remember the first sounds that filled my mind were tender notes that seemed like exotic music. I remember how they would soothe me and make me feel special and safe. I remember my first sweet echoes of life from Mamma. My first words were her words... I remember how she would tuck the covers and blankets around me to make sure I was safe as I went off to sleep with the angels and would awaken to the sound of her words. I remember so much and so little but most of all I remember Mamma." "I miei primi ricordi sono di lei. Ricordo cosa vidi, ascoltai, annusai per la prima volta nella mia vita. Di quando aprii i sensi al mondo, ricordo la sua voce, il suo volto e il dolce profumo del suo borotalco... Ricordo che mi prendeva come un mazzo di fiori e ricordo che la prima luce e i primi colori che videro i miei occhi erano le luci e i colori del suo volto. Ricordo che i primi suoni che mi riempirono la mente furono dolci note di musica esotica. Ricordo come mi consolavano e mi facevano sentire speciale e al sicuro. Ricordo che le mie prime dolci visioni erano fatte di lei. Giovannina "In my mind's eye I can still see her waiting for us at the railing. I can still see that warm, gentle figure in white, wearing a simple dress with a small yellow sweater, thick reading glasses and locks of thin white hair crowning her brilliant mind. I can still see her waiting there on the steps outside her door of that petite apartment which, for me, was a tiny "oasis" and a safe fortress... I can still see the gleam of happiness in her eyes as we would walk up the stairs to kiss and hug her. I can still see the look of love in her face and the joy of having her family once again in her arms... I can still see the look of loss as she waved good bye from that railing as we left to go on our way." "Con l'occhio della mente la vedo ancora aspettandoci davanti l'inferriata. Vedo ancora quella affetuosa, delicata figura in bianco, vestita con un grembiule semplice con una maglietta gialla, occhiali da lettura spessi, e ciocche di capelli bianchi adornanti la sua mente brillante. La vedo aspettando, sui gradini davanti la porta di quel piccolo appartamento, che per me era un rifugio, una fortezza sicura dal insicurezza quotidiana Emilio Iodice is a former Diplomat, top executive in the public and private sector, decorated officer of the US Government and a professor of leadership. Books include Profiles in Leadership from Caesar to Modern Times, and A Kid from Philadelphia, Mario Lanza, Voice of the Poets. New books include Future Shock 2.0 and Essays, Collected Short Works of E