Description
There is a special, inexplicable bond between Venice and the wind, so deep and unbreakable, like nowhere else.
It's a story powerfully woven into every little drop of the sea, in every pore of the old stones, deep in the souls of people in the City.
Here, the wind lives its life, a life in which the pages of comings and goings flipping through one after another. And here, people know; the shadow of the wind is not a myth.
I watch the wind dancing in the Lagoon; I feel the weight of its journey, the scents from distant places and strange flowers. And colors, the wind carry colors in its wings.
Sand disappears. The stones become so soft, as the gentle flowers petals, while the wind takes away their colors, giving them some of its own.
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