“At the bridge I stood
lately in the brown night.
From afar came a song:
as a golden drop it welled
over the quivering surface.
Gondolas, lights, and music —
drunken it swam out into the twilight.
My soul, a stringed instrument,
sang to itself, invisibly touched,
a secret gondola song,
quivering with iridescent happiness.
— Did anyone listen to it?”
„There is no world beyond Verona’s walls.ˮ
“Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.”
Fotografije Anđelije Arbutine