Relax and take it easy. Today I invaded Venetia, throbbing, along with the first barbarian hordes of tourists ... I woke up again with the fry that was "up and down with my body" (which even a handful of brancamenta defeated!) And I said, better to see Depero and high water ... maybe a few clicks, maybe they will want Ladyshoot ... I already fetched with black and white, already reflected image, I have enjoyed my summer autoerotic photo! Parto fully-equipped, comfortable clothes, ready adventure ... the polished obietttivi during the journey as a warrior in the battle and eager to Pronda death and blood, I take all the necessary travel time by leaving the pleasure of Steinbeck, drugs that silent and pleasant as a light wine. I spy out of the clouds to see the light, do a blind eye to the tides: all coincided as liquid steel blocks that slide and imposing on themselves. Arrival in Venetia, the gaurdo marciana in his belly, his belly ducal profile of his elusive ecclesia and try the innards of marble, greedy as a hungry vulture. Per click, or at least I think I stress ... Nothing ... Disordered people ... High water from the formless and desolate beauty like an animal dirty and exhausted. I acted, everything collapsed into piles of sand, off and scattered by the wind. Ok, I know, I do not feel the tingling of the hands and the thrill of pleasure before taking .. Quiet is not the time. It 's like to fish, it's all about waiting. I hate the wait though I learned ligiamente used to it. Ladyshoot for me is a gun that stops eternal moment, a photo is a moment that does not come back. Ladyshoot is a weapon that strikes a light texture and not contuse to catch butterflies, fragile and pristine. Shit. Ok, let's move to plan B: have your own museum to see. I go back to the Correr, the Maronites and I run because it reminds me of the fucking Napoleon, which is just a scapegoat to explain the rape of art that this city has undergone. Okay ... were other times and is always too easy to judge. Meanwhile, tourists seek, crave and playful, ablutions in the square and cut through a sweet tooth, almost walk among the marble soaked in brine that wine was a sport of the place, had a flat taste, was a ritual that does not escape ... but do not understand and do not respect it. Dunno, maybe if I make some shots and then go up the desire and then ... no ... I feel even in the square but the same thing: I choose Depero. By and pay only 5 euro: it stinks ... In fact it was only a limited private collection of some thirty works, nothing more! But yes, I still had to find out, but like most of the Futurists took me just fine, I love their energy, which is in its infancy kept alive and yet so pure, so sunny and clear! Breathe let the desire to change, the desire to draw a road, a route to follow, will become a reference point. An hour passes and I return the smile (or perhaps the fry begin to disappear?), I watch the water from the windows and silently pray that the sun radii the clouds to give me some reflection ... nothing! Ok, I understand that is not the time, I can take the boat without hurry, better come back. The clouds begin to close their shell, they fraintedere the day with the afternoon, with the first symptoms of the evening, and even a photo, Steinbeck and even surprised me with a book that seems too dull, sterile and distant for him. Romulus, My Heart, just a phone call and everything improves.
The exhibition catalog was not worth, but a good book on the future is back with me, could not resist!
And now ready to melt between the covers, a week from tomorrow promises long and intense, so the days are shorter and I'll be faster in his arms ... And now realx and take it easy!
L.
