Losing yourself in the streets of Venice.
It’s one of the best things that can happen to you. Let your orientation go, and awake your other senses, fallen asleep in the routine of life.
Listen to the footsteps in the silence of the Venetian floor, getting some rest on a wall underneath a streetlight.
Parfum of the sea through yours girlfriend’s hairs.
Humidity falls down on your shoulders after twilight. It recalls that you’re floating in a liquid atmosphere, indifferent and horizontal.
Suddenly, after a little bridge, behind a wall angle, you’re in small courtyard and finds yourself in an absolute silence.
You look around enjoying this perfection and so much loneliness. You weren’t used to listen to your heart anymore.
On the way back home, full of everything, you hear the Daniel’s accordion gently blowing. You pass over him silently…and then you realize of being at the limit, easternmost than Samarcanda.
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