An Eden In a Tiny Island
Everyone calls her Isola Bella. Spoiled daughter, hypnotic brazen beauty…
Beautiful island. This is the name she was given when she was born, though she’s also been given the nickname of “Pearl of the Ionian Sea”. Honoring all her stiff princess credentials (if she was a lady instead of an island , she’d be gorgeous and babyish), spreads her charm out next to Sicily’s breakwater, being the last one her current mother and owner. She lives very close to Taormina, in a very cute bay to which thousands of paintings could be drawn. I really don’t know if such paintings exist, but the photography in my memory doesn’t forgive the long abscence or forget the panorama. Lovely, perfect doll of shady childhood from hero to hero.
“What moved Ferdinand I, your father, your owner -land terms apply, you see, unless I give you humanity- to sell you to Taormina, I don’t know. Maybe she was the powerful wife of the area’s noble sir -who knows how developed were the Sicilian mafias back then-, and got enchanted by your natural abilities to attract handsome gentlemen able to entertain her. At some point, maybe, got frustrated with your out of competition beauty and sold you for a couple of gold sacks to Mrs. Trevelyan. Your new eccentric mother built a house facing the ocean for you, and filled your arms with exotic, imported vegetation. You moved from hand to hand, parents and bosses, until the last one -whose name you can’t even remember- went bankrupt and sold you at auction in 1990. The buyer then was Sicily’s region, who now takes care of you and keeps you as a nature reserve.”
Little lady: few meters’ island. Your shore still looks so young and pretty.
So many paintings could be drawn…
my name is isola :}}}}}}}