Waiting to board, one of a seething crowd, I heard again the words confusione and inferno - I'd not heard those words since Naples -
I still dreamt about the wild disorder I'd witnessed at the Stazione Marittima -
I'd learned there how to use my elbows in a crush -
It was a Saint's Day - the whole of the ravaged beautiful city's population had wanted to go to Capri -
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Deftly barging my way up the gangway, I remembered anew that wonderful chaos -
Soon I was sitting down, shamefully exulting in the fact that others were standing -
All my life, I thought, I'd too often been a docile apparatchik - now I was wearing blue linen trousers, looking through rakish sunglasses at the world -
The bow wave of the vaporetto sparkled in the wanton sunlight - water taxis swept past, swaggering youths at their helms -
I admired the flawless skin of a Chinese girl -
I heard the engines of the vaporetto hammering joyously like my heart -
Friday 21 August 2015
Fondamente Nuove
Venice
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