Venice

I am Venice, mother and sister, and a harlot in her thoughts are sinful. The myndo- dolo soul among the waves, driven by passions and currents find a mess after so much excitement. I tried to be gentle and good, and glamorous, and perfect, but bearing worthy only woman name and the fire, in the heart like a banner. Venice - and a fairy tale, and a dream, and lust, a tear in the sea of ​​dreams. Loddark, play the lute in my chest melody melody to capture me again! By the writhing of witches, to love the stake love to burn! And again to be happy in your eyes to see loving stars for me to tremble! Again the world for me to rediscover and my love gift to give me!