Dreaming of the moments in Venice

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Tonight I am dreaming of vernice, how to stare at the at the marvelous castles, ancient museums, cathedral and art galleries. My calm coffee staring out into the pacific sea, my notepad folded in my lap, eyes closed to the chorus of many birds with odd numbers and the irresistible sound of waves collapsing and parading, tossing the ancient secrets to my feet.
This feels like my new home, the floating city of Venice, taking a thrilling and romantic gondola ride in the grand canals with my lover, also enjoying the view of vetenian gothic and early renaissance facades of the palaces. Oh dear vernice this city feels like my new home, it welcomes me with such beauty and calmness to clear my mind from negativity of the world with meditation.

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This is home, the belly of eden I miss it everymoment of everyday. Sweet and beautiful nika cooking me a marvelous dinner, teaching me to read music on piano, telling me stories of her famous mother painting sexual portraits in a park in Paris the fashion city.
I miss the spiritual smell of the air, the vagabond drip of the human condition, the women in Tirana. I daydream of it all and when I will be there again, I wish I will be there forever and turn every ugly moment to a beautiful one, turn every unattractive portrait to a portrait where people of Elbasani come to admire everyday. I daydream of it all and when I will be there again, I can taste my body there, the poetry to come like a tongue sliding slowly down my stomach. I love how sometimes places become a body in bed.