A Venetian Canal with the Scuola Grande Rubens Santoro

VENETIAN RHAPSODY

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And he whispers, Forgive the debts...
But swallows the m. A luxury suite.
Massive white stucco work,
Plus a wealth of furnishings.
The city itself is an architecture garden.
Rows of facades
Gaze at those passing by. And the structures
Of Venice absorb the light.

Sunset is like the fading sky,
Followed by the gathering darkness.
And gondolas dont need bread,
As they are fed by the gentle waves.
At the slender piles you will see
A herd of gondolas – beautiful.
Foreign speech – German? Yiddish?
Dont rush to identify it.

Who read the Lords Prayer in the hotel
Has long since fallen asleep, being very drunk.
But the pension is nicer in reality
Than luxurious suites – their flaw
Is that luxury itself, whose excess
Belongs to a pompous past.
What drink will you have at the cafe?
If its damp, grappa is suitable.

And pearls with fish oil
Are offered by the lanterns.
For dinner – pasta with soft cheese.
Eat, and dont look out the window.
Morning will come, canceling
Those rows of streetlights.
And playing with a gentle silver,
The day will glance in the mirror of water.

Here the waves are obviously flattering –
They lick the steps day and night.
The pilasters in curls are beautiful,
One pattern is like an octopus.
Gargoyles, angels, columns,
And lions of Saint Mark – a world
That has defied the laws of grayness,
Where satiety is the true idol.

Bridges over the smooth water!
Their intricate carvings.
The water lulls you to rest,
While fate wrinkles.
How the carnivals once boiled!
Countless masks with sharp beaks here.
And for settling accounts there are
Magnificent daggers.

Capes, coats, dominoes,
Jesuits – a meaty soup.
Equal – great, unknown,
Thin, pot-bellied. Drink wine!
How reliable is the lion guard?
In the palace – secret writings of wealth.
To walk through those rooms
Your status probably wont allow.

Darkening with lacquer, a black coffin
Will be delivered to the island by gondola.
On the lid – grayish lumps are crushed,
So that the skeleton of life will shudder.
And the city itself is all in fog.
Here there is a milky haze.
Traces in the fog – like burrows.
And suddenly the stone loses weight.

Here is a city of dreams. In the water – Triton,
Or a dragon – anything you want.
And the alleys in unison
Nocturnally and gracefully sound with Vivaldi.
The wind started a slight ripple.
Now the rain will not sit in the gondola.
Through the stone garden
Everything suddenly settled on your soul.

Its a pity that the column-leading man
Wont drink wine, chatting over a glass
In a tavern with someone. To me
The rhythm of turns is measured and frequent.
Such a rare niche is empty
Everywhere you feel dampness.
Let something in life not work out –
Like a revelation and mercy
Is given to Venice, a star.

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Here are Aretino – bearded,
Capricious – he lived here for a long time.
The water preserves without purpose
Through reflections – it is rich
In the registry of those reflected in it,
Whether Wilde or Proust, it doesnt matter to the water.
Boldness of modernity bravely
Takes into its embrace garlands of days.

Here is a jewel garden – with sharp eyes,
Eagerly looking at your soul with fruits.
Red rubies are burning,
Sapphires are begging to come out,
Large diamonds are watching.
I pass by, I am cowardly.
The surrounding houses are like volumes,
And in them lies history itself.

A round courtyard paved with stones.
The nose of a ship. And lanterns –
Their light fills the gaze.
Along the corridors we can only
Barely walk inside the palace.
Magnificent grandeur!
There is a bulls head that has been avenged –
The light jokes with the masonry of the cornice.

At night, tarry water
Glitters like a heavy mass.
Sometimes at night cathedrals
Double-attract – the soul groans.
Threads of stars flow in the water,
These silver threads
Connect to secrets of events.
And a bridge floats magnificently.

Now, evaluate quickly
Bellinis realm, Titians!
Despair is horribly
In the Venetian days paradise.
Embroidery and light painting,
And cloudy drapery.

The motor turned deftly,
Disturbing with its speed.