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Venice by Night<\/p>\n
Lights flicker and dance, the Grand Canal is lit up with candles and the lights from homes. Dancing is taking place in the streets, a carnival, with song, dance and food. I step off the gondola and walk into the square with St. Mark cathedral my right. With a flash there is a thousand faces on me, waiting for eye contact and acknowledgment of their existence.
But as I look close, those thousand faces vanish behind masks and only a dozen or more new faces stare at me, with hollow and empty eyes. I step forward, the echo of my shoe on the stone erupts like a children's laughter. My hand is grabbed by a woman in a beautiful red flowing dress and she whirls me around as the surroundings begin to once again move like a machines cogs. <\/p>\n
THE JOY, THE LOVE THE HAPPINUESS
THE SKY, THE MOON, THE STARS
MINGLING TOGETHER, GIVING LIFE A REASON <\/p>\n
She pawns me off for another, as the moon beams light up the ground at our feet.
A man in black top hat and a long coat grabs my hands and begins to turn me. His face blank and white. <\/p>\n
SHE IS GONE, THE LOVE, THE PAIN
WHY DO I KEEP LIVING
THE SORROW, THE DEATH THE LACK OF EMOTIONS <\/p>\n
The moon eclipses, the stars fade, everyone begins to look the same.
The joy is gone, the man in front of me keeps dancing, the colour is gone.
Everyone is black, with a white mask of death. The night becomes atemporal and begins. <\/p>\n
A TRANCE OF DANCE, A TRANCE OF DRINK <\/p>\n
A single thought of her send the mind and emotions on a roller coaster.
The darkness of the past with out the light of the future nor the present. A hand touches me, so soft, so warm. <\/p>\n
THE PAIN IS THERE, THE LACK OF LOVE, MISSING SOMEONE
WHO WAITS THERE FOR YOU, WAKES UP THINKING OF YOU,
FALLS ASLEEP THINKING OF YOU <\/p>\n
Her other hand grabs mine, the square becomes silent and stares. <\/p>\n
I SAW YOU DANCE, LIFE WAS DRAINED, TRANCE ENSUED
LOOK ROUND, SEE THE BEAUTY, SEE THE JOY, YOU ARE NOT ALONE <\/p>\n
The moon rose, the firmament appeared, colour was everywhere.
A thousand and one faces looked at me once more and music erupted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Venice by Night Lights flicker and dance, the Grand Canal is lit up with candles and the lights from homes. Dancing is taking place in the streets, a carnival, with song, dance and food. I step off the gondola … Continue reading