Every January, while in Sweden it’s cold, often
raining and days are short and gloomy, I remember those few days we have spent
in Venice. It was very mild winter that year in Italy. I remember blue skies
and sun shining so bright. The light was reflecting from the facades and
pathways, water in the canals was sparkling, the whole city was glowing. I
remember breathing in fresh crisp air, turning my face towards the sun and
smiling, eating cheesy gnocchi in a busy restaurant during lunch time, breath
taking sunsets, endless parade of paintings and art in the museums where the
ceilings, walls and floors are even more beautiful, sun rising over the old
rooftops, every shade of brown, beige, orange, green.. life in simple words,
the magic.
I got this book as a present from Vs aunt. It
was a perfect gift this time of year when I am reminiscing and daydreaming..
probably more than usual.
While I was reading the book it felt like it
was me who wrote it. Me with better writing skills. :) It was captivating, overwhelming, deep and intimate, and honest. I
marked many pages with passages that meant more, so that I can go back and
relive the emotion or discover something new.
The book is about Venice and its beauty, not
just the visible and architectural beauty. In sentences as beautiful as the
city, writer is describing why it is so important for his own discovering, of
himself and the world. He talks about dreaming and living the dreams.
M
Thanks! :)
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