Shining like water in your curls that among the palaces urges tourists and gondolas carrying smiling, flaunting the past of the powerful. Under porches as its waves, windows in clumps or maybe gray sketches, we look at the lion's mane of that sunset, over the quay. We now await the dim lanterns shine with our four eyes, looking romantic immensity of the sea in the city of colors. Umberto F. M. Cefalà - dedicata a Irene -
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