Death in Venice

Two days between these walls of palaces
I rushed past the dead beauty that stood
like erect monuments to fleeting strangers
Chased by the shadows of old loves
Among those bright colors I smelled death
With its gay stare and gentle smile
The sun beating high above my sweated forehead
Whipping the fear into my lonely heart
That I am lost in this labyrinth of bridges
fleeing from island to island
from embrace to embrace
My sweet Selene where is the bridge
from which I jump into the abyss

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