پا پرانتزی

Á ngel, my dear friend. I spend the images of our friendship, often silent, but deep. And dry resonates the air like an explosion, your absence. I imagine that you have started your journey to Ithaca.

...
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.

Getting there is your destiny.

But do not hurry the journey.

Better than last years

and dock, old man, on the island,

Rich you have gained on the way

not put up with that Ithaca you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.

Without her you would have set out.

But there is nothing left to give.
if you find her poor,

Ithaca has not deceived you.

Wise as you have become,

with so much experience,

understand and what they mean Ithacas.

Image: Sanctuary of Apollo, Delphi.

Poem: Cavafy CP fragment