The gondola of my dream is real,
Moored in front of me.
Stepping on the lustrous black boat,
A familiar dream I had many rehearsals.
Aurelia and Aurelio my two golden hippocampi,
Whisper to me:
Signora, the ride has begun, here we go…
In my black heels and honey shades,
In my lush oriental coat,
Floating away in awe.
I surrender myself to La Serenissima,
Queen of the Adriatic is my idol.
Her beauty her mystery;
Her exoticism her extravagance… I worship them all.
Yes I am a worshiper,
I am a prayer on the boat.
The gondoliere of my dream is real,
Stands before me,
In straw hat and striped shirt.
His silhouette against the suffused canal light,
As picturesque as a postcard.
The gondoliere rows in slow motion,
His movement, elegant and graceful…
He becomes a sculpture of himself exhibiting on the stern of his glossy boat.
Gliding gently on Venetian canals,
Listening to the soft lapping of the Venetian Lagoon,
I daydream of this bygone era,
The faded walls were once vibrant,
Empty rooms were full of colourful spices and merchants of Venice.
From Carnival to Casanova,
From love to betrayal…
I have made it this far to trace the tales,
The reflection of history has witnessed that,
The Venice of my dream is real.
Outfit Of The Day
O&N ITALY beret
Roberto Cavalli sunglasses
Trelise Cooper coat
Just Gold ring (right hand)
Just Gold, Royal Jewellery rings (left hand)
Michael Kors watch
Bodyfit opaque tights
A-ESQUE leather bag
Robert Robert heels