Treasures of Tenderness

‘Baudolino sensed that he could discipline the throbbing of his heart by writing down on paper what he felt, and so much the worse if the object of his love would be deprived of these treasures of tenderness …’

“The star illuminates the pole, and the moon colors the night. But my guide is a sole star and if, when the shadows have been dispelled, my star rises from the East, my mind will ignore the shadows of sorrow. You are my radiant star, who will dispel the night, and light itself without you is night, whereas with you night is splendid radiance.”

“If I feel hunger, only you sate me; if I feel thirst, only you quench it. But what am I saying? You refresh, but do not satiate. Never have I been sated with you, nor shall I ever be ….”


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Love is the Motor of the World

Watched “His Secret Life,” an Italian film from 2001 starring Stefano Accorsi. A wife comes to terms with her husbands death, and to an understanding of life in a dramatic way. She enters a deep friendship with an extended “family” of social outcasts headed by her husbands secret lover of seven years.

Second of the weekend was “El Crimen Del Padre Amaro.” The intensity of this modern adaptation of an 1875 Portugese novel was grippingly portrayed by the amazing Gael Garcia Bernal, a priest who finds that truth and devotion are ideals often out of reach despite very real ardor of faith. He fails in the same vein as his superior priest, even to the extent that his forbidden love is for the daughter of the woman his senior embraced before him.