Sofia Word to word, from me to you, from Baricco to Tornatore. Genius monologue. It happened every time that someone would look up and see her. Its difficult to understand. I mean, there were more than a thousand of us on that ship, travelling rich folk, immigrants, strange people and us. Yet, there was always one, just one who would see her first. Maybe he was just sitting there eating or walking on the deck. Maybe he was just there fixing his pants. Hed look up for a second, glance out to sea and hed see her. Then hed just stand there, rooted to the spot, his heart racing. And every time, I swear every damned time, hed turn towards us, to the ship, towards everybody and scream... America! I lost a lot of money betting on whod be the first to see her, America. Its a miracle, Santa Rosalia! What do you mean Santa Rosalia, its the Madonna di Lourdes! The one who sees America first. Theres one on every ship! And dont be thinking its an accident or some optical illusion. Its destiny. Those are people who had that precise instant stamped on their life. And when they were kids, you could look into their eyes and if you looked carefully, youd already see her, America. https://youtube/watch?v=PhkTzdg7oxQ
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 12:19:17 +0000