Friday, January 15, 2021



"At the bridge I stood

lately in the brown night.

From afar came a song:

as a golden drop it welled

over the quivering surface.

Gondolas, lights, and music-

drunken it swam out into the twilight.

My soul, a stringed instrument

sang to itself, invisibly touched,

a secret gondola song,

quivering with iridescent happiness.

-Did anyone listen to it?"-  Friedrick Nietzsche, Venice

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