Venezia

Minutes went very fast
And the train
unfortunately kept
rythm as the grand
master of lust
with Father Time
slept.

Unfortunately she
will leave
To reach her usual
life
But there's a long
way to live
And I hope the
future is bright.

This is carrying too
much
But I get carried too
Whenever I'm
writing such
things to steal
a smile from you.

And then she came
Riding the steel bird
Avoiding the flame
Of the wild absurd

To Venice she went
As the Carnival called
With a camera and
the intent
Of capturing the bald
People gathering in a
space
With blood, sweat
and tears,
All in the same place
Withouth cultural
frontiers.

At the end a train she
took
And missed another
one
And to a stranger she
gave a look
That from a place
he's now gone.

Portraits from the carnival

Self portrait

The first glance

Venice 2019

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