LIDO

It often happens to me to dream of Venice. Every time I see the city rising from afar, a vision shrouded in mist, close enough to think of being almost there, to touch it, yet still far away, mysterious and unreachable. In the dream, I look at it from the coast, elegant and detached Lido. I run to try to reach it. I know I will succeed, I know that one day I will be able to reach it. I wake up and I look out the window. Venice is out there waiting for me.