Among the streets of Venice, invaded by high tide

Among the streets of Venice, invaded by high tide I hit the crowd I don't see - transparent indifferent. Wearing adamantine cloud boots transmigrated from a nonexistent sidewalk avoiding a puddle and a gondola made in China. (The shadow of loneliness follows me) In the shop windows the Murano glass, by the craftsman expertly blown they shout their helpless frailty - my own emotional. I pause absorbed, another me stealthy peeks out of an antique mirror. I look enthusiastic my heart reflected there, which I had never seen before I just kept it in my pocket. (The shadow of loneliness moves away) If I slipped on brackish pools it would shatter like crystal. I never realized how much vulnerable was that forgotten object in the old torn raincoat. (The shadow of loneliness recedes) I enter the shop and ask the craftsman: “Could you tell me the value of this ancient find of mine? In his view xèlo still bòn? " The craftsman smiles as he puts it away gracefully in a velvet casket “El me piase siora. El buy me, otherwise ghe despiase. " Suddenly the high water withdraws and a rosy brushstroke colors - so it seems to me - one of the most beautiful Venetian sunsets. (And the loneliness definitely disappears) itravelinitaly.com  would like to receive your feedback.  Share and Post a review on our profile.

Danila Oppio