Neverlake

The garden once fed,

became cold and foul

Like the corpse of her would've been at soul

Which at first was

lovely, as if in sleep.

and slowly changed

to let grew a heap

To make men tremble.

and never sleep.

Shelley, my favorite poet.

He was English, but he wrote

these lines right here.

Tuscany.

My father thinks

poetry is for people

who haven't yet reached or lost

the gift of reason.

I know a little about my mother.

Mom grew up in Italy and I was born here.

But this is the first time

i've been back since then.

When mom got sick, father ...

... decided that i should

grow away from Italy.

You and Me ...

Grandma Rose took me away from Tuscany.

I lived with her until she

began forgeting things.

faces, mixing up days

and memories

After that, she

ended up in a hospital.

and i in a boarding school.

The Italians were

fallen in love with my mother.

But she thought it was

a sign of destiny.

to have enchanted

British born father in

the province of Arezzo.

But grandma Rose couldn't stand him.

Don't know why.

How's school?

Everything is fine.

They wanted to know the reason for this

trip in the middle of the school year though.

And what did you tell them?

that i was coming to see you.

They understood.

What about that friend of yours ...

I met last time while coming

to see you.

Ricky ...

Ricky, you're still in love with him?

I hope not.

Still enjoying New York?

Yeah ... It's become "my city".

- Are you eating properly?

- School Canteen Food.

It's not bad.

But you do look thin.

When was the last time

you had a check up?

I do not know, but I'm fine dad.

Don't worry.

You'll see.

After a month of

pure Tuscan air ...

you'll look as ...

pretty as a picture.

Unless not to mention the food.

Watch out Dad!

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

- You hurt?

- No, I'm okay.

I'm OK.

Where are you going?

What's the matter?

There was a little boy in the middle of the road.

A boy?

Where did he go? he disappeared?

I'm not surprised.

Probably he was scared after death.

I didn't see anything.

I didn't see Anything.

If you hadn't screamed,

i would've run over.

Okay, I'll take those.

Thank you.

Welcome to Tuscany, Jenny.

I am Olga.

Nice to meet you Mrs Brooks.

Don't embarrass me, please call me Olga.

Okay.

- Isn't she a beauty?

- Yes, she's very beautiful.

Perfect i'd say.

Your father don't do justice to you, my dear.

Olga is my assistant ...

who used to be a surgeon.

Yes, i was a young girl,

not much older than you.

So did you know my mother?

Eh ... Come on, let's go inside.

We can talk there.

Here we are.

How old is this place?

It's not as old as the

White House in Washington D.C.

Really?

Not all buildings in Italy.

Date back to the Roman Empire, you know?

Oh, wow!

Is that the Lake of Idols?

Very good ...

So are those the Etruscans?

Lets say ... The artist imagined ...

Etruscans celebrating rituals beside the lake.

Human sacrifice.

Nooo...

They were an

advanced sensitive civilization.

Go to bed now and tomorrow

morning you'll be ...

nice and fresh, we'll go into the

woods together, to Lake.

Good morning Olga.

Good morning to you Jenny.

Did you sleep well?

Okay. Thank you.

Ahh.. Where is my father?

What would you like for breakfast?

I'll just have some tea.

Tea is ready. help yourself.

Where is my dad?

He's gone to Arezzo.

Oh ... He said he was gonna

take me to the woods today.

Oh, i'm sorry Jenny, I don't know what to say.

He had to go to town for a ...

important meeting ...,

for his research.

I guess, I'll just walk by myself.

You're not going to have your tea then?

I'll have some later.

But you have to have some breakfast.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Your father prescribed these for you.

Please take them.

What are they?

They are vitamins and supplements.

He wants you to be strong and healthy.

Every time dad came to visit me,

he would take to me about the Lake of Idols.

Since quiting his job, he has thrown himself ...

passionately into the

study of this archaeological site.

and its secrets.

He is so obsessed by the stories.

And sometimes I would

find them in my dreams.

They aren't always pleasant.

The Lake of Idols.

and the leaves would transform from

living death filitch from the floss.

to the earth beneath.

They decay and sudden flight from frost to floss

whisper like the vanishing of a ghost.

under the roots of

sensitive plants,

the moles and the dorma is died of want.

A bird struck stiff from the frozen air

and were caught in the branches naked and bare.

Gosh! You scared me to death!

Where did you come from?

Sorry ...

It's okay.

You almost gave me a heart attack.

Didn't mean to scare you.

Does your mom know you're here?

I live with other children.

In a house at the hospital of

sick people.

Is it an orphanage?

Have you runaway?

I'm Jenny, by the way.

I am Malila.

I do know what an

Orphan.. what you said is.

But sometimes, i do run away.

Would you take me home?

It's not far.

Okay.

- Are you Italian?

- I don't know.

Do you have a Native American name?

Yes

and do you know what it means?

No.

samans that runs against the current.

Maybe that's why I like the Lake.

and you?

It gives me the creeps.

but i like it.

Creep?

Then you better come

here at night.

That's the house where I live with others.

Be carefull, they musn't see you.

Grown ups over there will be angry if they see you.

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