by Alex Valente

Original Italian by Verusca Costenaro (1974 – ), ‘E Ancora Venezia’

Venice, again
and the taste of your distant steps.

Water sliding over waves of words,
telling each other of dreams and struggles.

Venice, again
and that certain something of yours left in it.

Calli that breathe in the movement of glances,
finding old bundles of ancient delights.

I walk and I feel that you’re not here,
that the colours are becoming fading hues.

You’re the plane disappearing in the cloud’s curls,
reminding me of the empty measure that won’t replenish.

Featured image © Cadi Cliff 


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