In Venezia, gondoliers were on strike.
They lined up the gondolas in the Grande Kanale, I didn't understand exactly, but the image is clear from the picture;
I guess the ships can't pass much either.
The Masked Fest is going to start right now.
A Toro Coming Out of the Sea
Carmina with a fan in her right hand, both hands on her waist in red, with red carnations in her hair
Gondoliers in black,
Situation: proletarian
if they hold the sea all night long,
Where am I going to sleep in Venezia?
I'm not young anymore.
Even in the morning, I ride on the ship.
I look at the mansions a lot.
Shopping at the market, drinking hot cafes from the machine.
I walk through the streets and go to churches
Occasional wine
But there's a lot of statue too,
The gulf between us
One of us goes to the mosque
the other goes to the church
One of us only sees blue and white processing,
the other is colorful painting, gold-embroidered sculptures
Beauty in the sea
Venezia
If I die in the sea
May he be happy among the statues
without saying a little more light.
Kayıt Tarihi : 26.11.2023 16:51:00
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