Dancing in Venice

I hardly remember Venice, the stones, the water, the gondolas…but I still have your laugh when you were beehaving like crazy. I have all your photos, the long necklaces moved with you and surrounded you with reflections, flashes of light. Everyone was looking at you. You looked like Diva from one of those movies from ’30 with fatal actresses, white phones… When we started dancing between puddles near the fish market, in Rialto, that Japanese group even forgot about shopping just to take us photo…
Applause, compiments and in there eyes the desire to steal your jewels…