VENICE – THIS IS HOW I LOVE YOU
My enlightened and fierce beautiful affection,
No, there will be no other dignified way,
Overcoming the heat of soap opera kisses,
Therefore, I will take you to the northeast of Italy,
Where loving care is hers alone,
Of the smile in diminutives in channels: it's her,
It's Venice of the lagoons in love, it's beautiful,
A cinderella with a flower so yellow,
From the narrow alleys you will have my guardianship,
Loving you on the table of dreams you level.
I just want to show my gift,
In this sudden rising is clairvoyant,
All affection dipped in your lakes,
Fortunate of biographies that enchant,
The colorful garments dressing the eyes,
Singing the same refrain I love you,
Without an appointment in the mix of verses,
With rhyme without rhyme to be able to love you,
And without measure of the loftiest miscellany,
What can I meditate on and walk in love.
Supplying my muse with caresses,
Than to see the majestic Venice with beauty,
Fruit of the guided ebullition that crosses me,
Uses me without refusal, taking off her blouse,
In the heart of the mysterious Venice,
It is sympathy in the joys that infects me,
Within your archipelago of feelings,
I am your doge and you are my royal doge,
From all my northwest Adriatic Sea,
I embrace you as the best female in Europe.
And with light hands in every step,
Encircled by the ages that encumber me,
I feel the liveliness beat in your heart,
In front of the real Saint Mark's Basilica,
So centered in the square of the same name,
My love! I rise to the heights of this boat,
The smooth strokes through all the channels,
In the course of crossing this chalice of affection,
It's right, straight and complete to always love you,
O muse! You were born enchanted for me.
Here I am in my dream Republic,
Flanked by the Adriatic-haired muse,
Gigantic pomp on the sea she is picturesque,
She is guardian delight, rose and all loving,
It does me good to marry her, a maiden,
Who watches over me, surrounding me with affection for her,
Of Gothic architecture is a mosaic portrait,
Parading in the ashes of those who visit,
Among the Pala D'Or is your greatest treasure,
Of gold and the gallant stones on the altarpiece.
My love! You see the exotic cathedral,
With walls of extended mosaics,
It is the largest frontier in all of Great Europe,
It is there where the body of Saint Mark sleeps,
Divine patron saint of the lagoons of Venice,
With white pigeons flying across the sky,
They mark peace by Saint Mark's Square,
Praising with lucidity that is Venice,
The only empyrean of the silence of the waters,
In the green tone of the Adriatic Sea.
Love! Hold my hands tight,
O! Conclude with your mere pupils,
The stellar grandeur of my enchantment,
You smile in the layered bed of that veil,
Extreme in the loop of my whims,
Wishing the liquid good of this friendship,
Declared in the handkerchiefs without any trigger,
Exara to attribute my eternal gratitude
Passed on the activated lines of your core,
I do not refuse to accept your cordial friendship.
I think I observe the reflection of those moments,
So blown away by the wind that comes out of the channels,
It's life that doesn't pass, it's luck to dream,
Perhaps again in the cradle of your attachment,
Enclosing your body in note of mine,
And proceeding over time and in the long run,
It's enough to love and feel safe,
That I love you until I die of so much love,
The slight rocking of the gondola without noise,
Granting our eternal and tender union.
We will cross hundreds of so many bridges,
Between streets and alleys that cover my vision,
Do you see the sparkling Pallazo Ducale?
There was the insignia of the government of Venice,
It is mastery at the center of these panoramas,
And they are reasons to decide, and I propose you!
Are we going to get lost among so many allegories?
From the Rialto Bridge and absorbing its beauties,
Decorating melodies in magical steps,
Decorating the hue of my want and have?
Love! Here is the best place in the world,
There are neither automobiles nor smoke,
Now, I welcome and believe in dreams,
In beauty cuts and curves of the body,
Poisoning my soul more and more,
In the prediction of the beyond that soon, soon to come,
And if it takes place in the triduum of due passion,
Mornando the combination of your additions,
Assess me the follies in possessing the lights,
That pour into your face joyful in laughter.
Love! On the right is the Bridge of Sighs,
Ruler of the waters of the damning path,
In the dress of the foliage of the past,
Silencing the sailing spirits of the ages,
Rest from the most depressed locutions,
Tears that fell on the green sea,
Without pleasing the lives of imprisoned men,
We will walk the path that was secret,
By the tiny legendary bridge of crossing,
That once teared drops without joy.
I feel the melancholy despise the cries,
On the banner of the Ducal Palace, cowardice,
And see the sea and sky in a burst,
In a remarkable minute of suffering,
It is breathing in the operative agony of misery,
Through the narrow mouth at the end of life,
Paining the spirit in the seconds beyond,
From the stowaway of the tides in dungeons,
Bitter baldric in the pair of consternation.
Ominous connection between two buildings,
In the litany of seasons' mercy,
Sufferable in the cursed and last hour,
There passed the white pigeons,
Seeing the wretched dying men,
O Bridge of Sighs! O spook!
Ruin from the destruction of historical life,
Revived by those who know the directions,
Marked in the quadrants of the inquisition,
Clothes of the refinements of cruelties.
Love! I also subscribe to the dislikes,
Not only the fun that lives the heart,
There are chains that imprison and bind without mercy,
Insinuating laughter that varies in fractions,
And shake the wandering paladin humus,
Whimpering in drops of coruscas,
The history in vain of those humble,
Buried and drowned by the broad tides,
It was there on the Bridge of Sighs the relief,
From heaven and earth to come at the end of the vision.
In a supple jasmine with the scent of love,
Bestower of this praiseworthy cupid is the flower,
Tough with the times that make me an amateur,
It is the greatest proof the more beautiful I see you,
Without a leash in my alley I look for an ardor,
From the physics of strong intertwined embraces,
Communing chemically with fervor,
It is the ardent and prudent flame of your love,
That advances with a braid in your desires,
Debiting the panting and philandering heat.
And so is Venice, an eternity in the air,
Debiting the panting and philandering heat,
Encouraging the most beautiful city in the world,
Among palaces and buildings raised in the sea,
Streets of water and neighborhoods like an island,
Merchants, trade, wars and love,
They made Venice a shining port,
Outlining the waters in the vessels,
Raising buildings under the liquid of experience,
Napoleon Bonaparte made his conquest.
Know my dear, I really want to propose,
The full affectionate and milder delight,
That flames on the surface of your breasts,
With my yearnings, I make them the band,
Audible in the good taste of our means
From where I foresee your beauty sparkling,
Pleasing the endless joy of giving,
More candors to your doge to snatch away,
In the silhouette that transforms flowers into the sea,
From Mestre to Venice is the Mediterranean.
Hear me with dexterity and certainty, princess!
There will be no lord with promptness,
Wealth or prowess greater than thy doge,
Amateur and desirer of your only warmth,
No one has yet been born better than I,
To raise your body to fullness,
And neither does it better than your doge,
From the most beautiful and famous city in the world,
Venice is promptness for sure, it's Venice
My only queen to affirm delicacy.
Come love! Our gondola floats,
It is all your majesty of fine manners,
By the Grand Canal is the longest waterway,
Cutting through the proud and majestic city,
That is beautiful with your ardent kiss,
I feel the thousand sparks of this feeling,
On a convoy of boats in front of me,
Gondola. Here is our real vessel,
In the looming ways I speak my adoration,
From the maneuvers and speeds it is peaceful.
You hear from the top of the tower the soft sound of the bell,
From the Basilica of Saint Mark is rejoicing,
Spinning, spinning the golden weathervane,
From above I can observe and be silent,
It is our archangel warrior Saint Gabriel,
Fortunate mine and your tender cupid,
I take a deep breath and I don't run out of breath,
To appreciate the sweetest city – Venice,
And I bring affection to the gifts of this offer,
Honorable medal that sows in the breasts.
My little love! My great love is only yours,
Come! Let's jump in the carnival together,
With masks everything is party and in this dance,
I will take your soul inside me,
Jumping in secular costumes, Venice is like that,
An ominous link between two buildings,
In the litany of music that makes a lot of sound,
And I want more is to have your soul glued,
Tied and nailed in this romanticism of ours,
Made of so much love between you and me, it's Venice.