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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