Is this a blush dear Venice?
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My favourite kind of light, the light at sunset.
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Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset.
I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day when you said to me:
“I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.”
“But we must wait,” I said
“Wait? For what?”
“For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.”
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But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added: “You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
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The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Come close. I’ll tell you what the Sun, the Wind, the Cold and the Rain have done to me. First they decided to fade my colour away. Then they opened holes, drew lines on my skin. Eventually they cracked it into pieces and let them fall apart. Day by day, the weak and the trembling pieces left me one after another. Some resisted. But the hard working Wind took them away with a final touch. After that, they started working on my very flesh. How patient they were… First came the Cold, then the Sun, and the Cold again. With the help of Time, they managed to wear out my remaining layers one by one. I wasn’t that strong after all. I was the stable one, you know, but they were always on the move; coming and going with perfect timing. What was left behind was my core, open to all, showing how I was made, how I was put together; my very ‘self’.
I don’t remember when was the last time I saw the Snow; but if it were to visit me, I am sure it would be more gentle than the rest. It would even cover and protect me for a while.
Anyway, so here I am looking a bit ‘changed’. However at the end of the day I am not angry with the ones who did this to me… I even forgive them even though they don’t need me to. I accept it. I accept the change. Whatever happened was meant to happen that way, that specific way. So I accept it, and can now confess that actually loved every bit of it.
So must you.
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THE STORY of a VENETIAN WALL
“He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.”
Perfume : The Story of a Murderer
The Frari
The Frari is one of my favourite churches in Venice. The simplicity of it, the tranquil interior and the beautiful architectural details are the reasons of my admiration. Not to forget the colour combination of the warm brick and the cool stone used together… The courtyard of the church is usually closed to visitors, but there are a couple of windows from where you can see the courtyard. The only thing is that you have to look for it and it’s worth it, trust me…
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By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom are you threading
your course to come to me, my friend?
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R .Tagore / from Gitanjali