studding the dark blue pincushion;
turns into darkness,
fascinated the crowd looks
- yearning to grasp the light sunflowers -.
also laugh
cobbled squares and narrow streets that surround the palaces, Bonanca
the mutated channels his quiet gentleness in order to lustful
tides beneath the violent
throw off the shelves. Laugh
clean face masks,
failures name, only her eyes peering meat after the baroque costumes
sensing voluptuous forms,
guessing which mediums,
bumps and dark caves of shadows
licking his impudence.
laugh even the cats, as that saffron
purring with the notes of Master Vivaldi.
laugh and not stop their laughter, beloved courtesans
Casanova,
displaying the insolence of the turgid
hillsides that their sizes nimba myrtle,
expertise of its poppy lips
or rapid fluttering of their languages.
laughs laughter itself,
hilarity manifests happiness, tinsel adorning
winter garlands covering
those bridges where they cross the loss and salacious greed. Mayte
Dalianegra.
Painting "Mask of Venice," Constantin Mogilevsky.
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