"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
song to itself, invisibly touched,
a secret gondola song,
quivering with iridescent happiness.
Did anyone listen to it? "- Friedrich Nietzsche, Venice
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Even back then Venice entranced people.
Thanks for the post, Barb.
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