e certamente possibile!

'Frances...Frances...
are you sleeping?
or...
awake?'
Isabella asked...timid...
knowing Francesco's penchant for going to sleep...a trance...while visibly reading...
or the opposite...
he might sit straight
and actually sleeping...

'bounasera...Isabel...'
Francesco replied...
meaning awake...

'I have a query...'
Isabella raised herself from the couch...
to stand by his table...

'shoot...'

Francesco replied...
on brood...

'what is Faith?'
Isabella asked...

Francesco opened his tired sleepy eyes...
the evening light
coming from the street
half lit his face...
the breeze had been cool...
the statue of Dante could be seen halved
by the window sil...

'it is like leaving all to someone...
a friend...
say...
the most reliable one...
in my case it is Him...
He who puts all into tests and trials...
and who also supplies Life in vials...
fragile but beautiful...
Faith means that...
leaving all...
letting go...
for Him...'

'e possibile?'
Isabel was amused...

'why not?
i met death twice...
i survived...
why?
for i prayed...
prayed as if that was my only way...
prayed as if He was my only soul...
cried as if tears were made for Him...
laughed as if laughter were for Him too!'
Francesco said...
smiling...
and added soon...
like an afterthought...
'e certamente possibile!'

Isabella thought
she got
courage to know...
and the statue of Dante-
the poet of Napoli...
appeared full...
standing tall
by the window...

'was he smiling?'
Isabella thought
as her eyes fell
on the statue...
just a few yards from their house...
at the piazza...
peopled by kids...women...men...
a happy breezy evening had set in...