The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need of some stranger's hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain There's…
When you are strange
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake
I love Venice
I lived in Venice for a year near the church Madonna dell'Orto on the northside. I had the luck to have an appartment directly on the seaside so while making my pasta con pesto or whatever I always had a nice view of the water and sometime when the sky was clear I could also see the mountains on the mainland. Especially in winter Venice is stunning when the streets are deserted and because of that you get lost in…