impressions on arrival-Venezia
September 14th 2005 The rims light by warm white lights, like the entrance guided by candlelight.
Upon water. The horizon is constantly waving and firm ground is not a constant.
Slightly nasal, but warm-sounding Venetian dialect.
Unusual silences. Lack of cars, buses, motorinos and bicycles.
Lapping of waves
Up and down, and up and down, the rhythm of my journey over the small sets of marble stairs that cross
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