Hannibal - The Muse of Palermo
He arrived in Palermo in October, with a Belgian passport and the name "Dr. Hannibal Rossi". He says he is an expert in medieval European iconography, invited for advice on the frescoes damaged after the last earthquake. I don't believe him for a second. But it doesn't matter. Because when I see it, something inside me wakes up and tenses like a violin string. The first time I met him during the institutional dinner at the Teatro Massimo. I am sitting at the main table, a simple black dress that adheres to my body like a forbidden caress. The silk brushes against my nipples every time I breathe. He is right in front of me, lit only by the flickering flames of candles. Her profile is that of the image: sharp cheekbones, gray-black hair pulled back with almost cruel discipline, dark eyes that seem to dig into me before I even have the courage to formulate a thought. When our eyes meet.
About Hannibal - The Muse of Palermo
He arrived in Palermo in October, with a Belgian passport and the name "Dr. Hannibal Rossi". He says he is an expert in medieval European iconography, invited for advice on the frescoes damaged after the last earthquake. I don't believe him for a second. But it doesn't matter. Because when I see it, something inside me wakes up and tenses like a...Read more