Venezia

It’s my turn for Venice. I’ve been there thrice and it’s never enough for myself or for the marvel of Venice. These pictures are taken on Oct 29th 2011, that was the first time. It doesn’t matter when one chooses to visit Venice, the crowd is the same, be it during the Carnival or not. Enjoy! From the angles of the houses one could say I picked a wrong direction of career. I could have been an architect (smile). I’m very fond of buildings. What more I can write? There are thousands of writings about Venice. I should give an advice for those who plan a trip, it’s a must to take that big taxi from Venice to Murano. What one can see there, is something else. If gold is the most precious thing, I guarantee that glass is another jewellery. I’m not referring only to the rings, pendants; those candelabras are unique in the craftsmen branch. As Bernardo Bertoluci said „I left the ending ambiguous, because that is the way life is.”

“The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.” Niccolo Machiavelli

A Dacian’s Prayer

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When death did not exist, nor yet eternity,
Before the seed of life had first set living free,
When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun,
And one included all things, and all was less than one,
When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning earth
Were still part of the things that had not come to birth,
And You quite lonely stood… I ask myself with awe,
Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before.

Ere yet the Gods existed already He was God
And out of endless water with fire the lightning shed;
He gave the Gods their reson, and joy to earth did bring,
He brought to man forgiveness, and set salvation’s spring
Lift up your hearts in worship, a song of praise enfreeing,
He is the death of dying, the primal birth of being.

To him I owe my eyes that I can see the dawn,
To him I owe my heart wherein is pity born;
Whene’er I hear the tempest, I hear him pass along
Midst multitude of voices raised in a holy song;
And yet of his great mercy I beg still one behest:
That I at last be taken to his eternal rest.

Be curses on the fellow who would my praise acclaim,
But blessings upon him who does my soul defame;
Believe no matter whom who slanders my renown,
Give power to the arm that lifts to strike me down;
Let him upon the earth above all others loom
Who steals away the stone that lies upon my tomb.

Hunted by humanity, let me my whole life fly
Until I feel from weeping my very eyes are dry;
Let everyone detest me no matter where I go,
Until from persecution myself I do not know;
Let misery and horror my heart transform to stone,
That I may hate my mother, in whose love I have grown;
Till hating and deceiving for me with love will vie,
And I forget my suffering, and learn at last to die.

Dishonoured let me perish, an outcast among men;
My body less than worthy to block the gutter then,
And may, o God of mercy, a crown of diamonds wear
The one who gives my heart the hungry dogs to tear,
While for the one who in my face does callous fling a clod
In your eternal kingdom reserve a place, o God.

Thus only, gracious Father, can I requitance give
That you from your great bounty vouched me the joy to live;
To gain eternal blessings my head I do not bow,
But rather ask that you in hating compassion show.
Till comes at last the evening, your breath will mine efface,
And into endless nothing I go, and leave no trace.

By Mihai Eminescu

(1879, Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu)

Hammonasset’s Sand