I woke up every morning with the sound of seagulls and boats in the canal behind the house. The day passed slowly between the library and spritz. In the evening its dark, mysterious, elusive atmosphere allowed me to immerse myself in its charm.
How many times have I stood trying to capture your beauty?
I lived Venice. I breathed Venice. I loved Venice.
Every day a little more. I lived on a soft and deadly bubble.
