Ambitious slow lane swimmer blog is a writing exercise aspires to bubble away the underwater memories and gesture surrounded by this very watery melancholic hue.

Lido di Venezia

Lido di Venezia

Such places as memory.

Lido - The term lido comes from Lido di Venezia, the sandy barrier beach that encloses the Lagoon of Venice where sea-bathing took place from the later nineteenth century.

Thomas Mann's Death in Venice. Mahler's music from English lessons in sixth form.

The forever youth and curse of Björn Andrésen.

 

           Place
    The Place
Where places you to be young and fall in love again

As I was leaving Venice, I was reading one of my favourite Calvino's books Invisible Cities. My eyes rested on the paragraphs where Marco Polo finally mentioned the V word, Venezia.

Everything we talk about is about Venezia. VEN-E-ZIA.

Same as every time we fall in love is with the same person.  Just wrapped in a different human skin. Another person, another stories, another tree fallen. Novelty, freshness, romantic, give/take, friendship, courtship, routine, flat, laundry and washing up, then you slowly grow out of love with each other. 'You will get over him as soon as there is someone you infatuated with who is going walk into this cafe.' I once said to a girlfriend of mine. Repeats itself again, between the very invisible dreams and hours slumberless. Maybe everyone should start reading Bukowski again.

It was a maze, a labyrinth. You took me walk through every alleyway, all of doorway has different writings that I cannot decipher. Later, I learn to relinquish myself and just let your hand guided me through. We reached to the river front. Moonlight, little stella, celestial.

Stars To-night.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dear deceased swim caps

Dear deceased swim caps

Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night

Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night