Last night, I dreamt of Venice…

A liberal translation of Virgil's Eclogue I. Two Venetians, Giorgio and Francesco, reminisce and realise. GiorgioThere you are! Lying on your rowing boat, enjoying a shaded leisure by your favourite piazza while you strum your guitar, a laid-back melody of foreign origin. Me? I am being forced to flee this place, to move on and never … Continue reading Last night, I dreamt of Venice…