When I’ll die… I will live in Venice
Where the Beauty has shown it’s face,
On the top of the highest palace
Feeling inside it’s Spirit and Grace
I will fly with it’s doves and rainbows
Like the wind full of drops of rain,
I’ll be there with the Sun just playing
Among old clouds, so tender and grey
I will swim in the water like dolphins,
Going through it’s gondolas and boats
Breathing air so deeply and slowly,
Passing rapidly fishers and floats
Flying under the roofs and the windows,
Picking roses from flowerpots high
And enjoying it’s Glory and Freedom
Shine from happiness, laugh, sing and cry
Let my wisdom be deep like an Ocean,
Let my heart be in love with the Sky
Overfilling with magic emotions
In sweet romance to dreams I will fly
08.06.2011