"I will send you a booklet of mine which has a new preface in which I speak precisely of this bond, based as usual on ambivalent feelings because Heming..."
"Pier Antonio!!" I shouted so loudly that both Bemelmans and Berto jumped.
In fact, it would have been useless to call him because he had already smiled from a distance and was walking towards our table. To prevent Berto from continuing: "He had great patience in choosing among my many poems the ones to publish. He is very nice. And Istrian." I explained to Bemelmans. "Hello Pier Antonio. Ludwig Bemelmans, Pier Antonio Quarantotti Gambini." I said introducing them.
"Congratulations, Adriana." Pier Antonio said, pushing aside a chair to make room for his long legs. "I saw that the 'Literary Fair' has published some unpublished poems of his, The death of the river, On the sea, Puerto Escondido. You know, Montale has also arrived." he said turning to Berto. "About Puerto Escondido, about Hemingway that is, Adriana was very nice to Montale, she managed to persuade Hemingway to give him an interview when Hemingway doesn't..."
Oh no, poor Bemelmans, this was too much. "It's such a beautiful day." I said jumping to my feet. "How about going for a walk to the Lido?" The three looked at me in surprise. "Good idea. Yes, let's go to the Lido." Bemelmans said, and for that day there was no more talk of Hemingway.
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