THE MANMADE DREAM
Venice was...
Venice is... I think...I'm sure, Venice will be. I spent so much time lost in Nature, lost in silence and searching answers and searching questions before. But sometimes I like to roam in those narrow alleys. The first time I saw her shapes, so much time ago, I felt a great sense of... what a rotten world. It seemed to me like the youth time was passed, The splendor too and now it is the time of decadence. An old city which loves her old age, her luxury. But the time passes for me too. Nature has taught me to see deeper and deeper. In one of my last walks, everything around from people to walls, the smells, the lights, the so different ways to live, the.... all remembered me the figure of childlike people. "...the sense of importance with which they lived their lives, the depth of their pleasure and sorrows, the anxious but sweet happiness of their continual power to love..." This city was always in love with herself. Venice is a magical city that is sure. Awesome sometimes. In some way is truly out of the world. And the most meaningful of her beauty is carefully hidden from the closed eyes. Venice... ...the manmade dream. |
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