In a single day
my heart,
worldly who suffered,
Spring wind proskvozil
and autumn - all at once. (Yosano Akiko)
told me that this road will lead me
to the ocean of death,
And I was halfway turned around.
Since then pulled in front of me
curves, blind devious tpopy ... (Yosano Akiko)
La carte postale de Venise, tout le monde rêve de cette ville. Pourquoi? Est il possible que il ya deux amoureux à Venise, qui s'embrasse not, who do not love .. One wonders why nothing happens?
But their souls are empty, their skins are pale in the summer sun, covering fatigue as the Doge of skin, all in white. They are so close to each other, they understand without words. They no longer need words. Especially the heavy sun does not even open his mouth, painful heat and damp occurs less in the silence transparent. This allows them to play a game of weird and strange to be only friends.
Being friends is wearing a mask anonymous, mask carnival in Venice, there there something simpler and more ordinary? They find it interesting, this game And Venice is watching this with calm indifference and graceful as if she tolerates them on this earth, just a glance of the queen asleep with these eyes most farms, she gives this impression. But in reality she looks, she plays with them, and it breathes life. These ancient cities look like old matrons, jealous to the happiness of others, its existence, like that they feel slightly more alive. And
water, aqua alta of the Lagoon loose quietly WALKING St Marco Square. Water knows very well that all the carnivals will eventually open masks, and that their game will end one day, the separation is excruciating and unavoidable as is inevitable in his around the end of the beautiful city in the high waters of the lagoon.
What the wind sings
in my empty heart,
He sings a flame
that burned my coe ur,
What the wind sings
in my empty heart,
He sings of a permanent ice,
which froze my heart.
What the wind sings
in my empty heart,
He sings the flame and ice will remain
In my heart forever ..
