- IV - Caile Vipinas
Crisp air this morning.
The sun filters through half-closed shutters and luminates on the bookcase a precious bucchero kylix with engraved animals that seem coming out from a fantastical selva. I smile and my thought flies to the inscription under the base of the cup that seems animated, alive: “ mini craice muluvanice caile vibenna”, “donated by the Greek to Caile Vipinas”. Vibenna is the Etrurian name of my family and the Greek is Eufronio that, to mock me, dedicated to me his first attempt to produce a bucchero in his furnace at Cerveteri.
Memories emerge softly, as playing cards turned over slowly.
In this torpor I struggle to understand if I am recalling a past life, the real life or fantasies that twist round to cues coming from ... I don’t know.
But just
