P.s just a tip from my friend Tatiana, always bring a dress with you wherever you may travel. I had only dresses for this trip, and I enjoyed being fashion, although I froze a bit. 😉
Today’s quote: “I don’t know if I’m very complicated at all. I wish I was. I wish I was one of these deep, intricate people. But I just love having fun really.”
Wondering through Venice’s streets, something captured our attention, an anteroom where was laying a polystyrene horse in natural size. My curious nature made me go inside that “cave” since it was decorated like one, believing that, this might be just a weirder bar. When four heads, are trying to pull a look through the boards of shutters by the cracked window, to what promises to be an artzi room, this charming boy appears and opens widely the shutters. My eyes looked at that perfect face with grey eyes and being stoned, I whispered for myself “Ciao”. My friends started to talk to him, in English, and as one lead to another, he said that if we want to go inside to visit THE house and the yard where, the night before prince Charming was drinking with the bitch, the mannequin without a nose and with one eye only, not knowing about my existence, and me, me wandering with my friends the beautiful Venetians streets, talking like an insane person, with anyone who was interested in an word exchange between tourists. All of them talked a lot, me instead I was sipping every word he said, I analyzed his indecent beautiful face and his artist hands, his grey hair and his slender and tall body. I barely decided to let him complete his cleanliness. My affinity for artists is being reconfirmed. In a bar, while we were drinking soda, after 10 minutes in which I talked about the charming artist with his sharp eyes, I decided that I have nothing to lose, if I go back now, when I still know where he lives, and invite him to a tea, a coffee, a kiss, anything. We went back…but there was a gathering already in front of his house, some artists friends of him, I suppose. So, my courage was scattered imperceptibly as it came. Pretty face, you will make me smile in the days, when I’ll have nothing better to do than to think longingly of what might have been if or how would have been to..