Boys of Capri
I watched the beautiful boy rise from the pool on the terrace of Lorenzo’s cliffside Isle of Capri villa overlooking the sea pick up a leaf skimmer and walk gracefully around the pool, skimming the surface. The handsome boy frequently looked up to where I was sitting in a canvas-bottom chair, trying to look at some opera stage set drawings. I frequently looked at him too. Federico was nude, his willowy boy’s body moving as if in a languid dance. He was the seventeen-year-old amante...