When evening s'angélise
the sound of the carillon and the blond toddler
get stuck in my madness, I see you again
Venice ...
I am tired of having
too early, too late, lived
dreams that are depleted,
and soul is laid bare in front of the mirror
...
mirror of the lagoon,
my face subsided,
no regrets, no grudges,
just tired, I think of you
Venice ...
Whether your week begins under the best auspices and plan a trip to Venice next spring, for example would it not? I'll think for myself!
Rialto photographed in 1993 during my first stay in the Serenissima
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