Friday, March 20, 2009

From an equal music

The rest of the evening passes uneventfully and happily: a meal at a trattoria, a walk through small streets, a late drink at a bar. She is the woman I love, and we are in Venice, so I presume this is joy. It is.

1 comment:

Sudeep said...

In simple words, a whole world of experience has been communicated. :)