In venice, the night of 5 June, the wails of the water were heard as we walked, barefoot, through the waterlogged plaza of high water in June, strange message from a city that doesn't hear. That day was the revival of a city that was created, in the 5th century, to flee from the conquests of the barbarians, and that was closed three months ago for fear of the virus and its shadows
They say that the goddess Venus-Aphrodite rose from the waters of the Mediterranean and the Greeks placed his birth in the southern Peloponnese peninsula. I think they were wrong: the goddess was born here, in Venice, and here it is again swallowed the sea when the waters devour this city born to die of a surfeit of beauty.