VENICE At the bridge I stood lately in the brown night. From afar came a song: as a golden drop it welled over the quivering surface. Gondolas, lights, and music -- drunken it swam out into the twilight. My soul, a stringed instrument, sang to itself, invisibly touched, a secret gondola song, quivering with iridescent happiness. -- Did anyone listen to it? --Friedrich Nietzsche [1888] (via @Lena DaCanali)
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 10:11:22 +0000
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