The river has emerald-green waters.
It flows calm and marks the border between life and
If I could, I would have built a bridge to unite the two
but I cannot. I am too frail, too powerless.
I am a human being and
only the gods can make up such a bridge.
For now we are separated, O my beloved brother,
and Charon keeps ferrying souls across the river.
One day a new light will guide me to you,
and we will stay together in our star, which is the same
as that from where we came.
Ettore Grillo author of these books:
– A Hidden Sicilian History
– The Vibrations of Words
-Travels of the Mind