Venice in winter, nostalgia.

Nostalgic memory of a trip to Italy in January 2014, an unforgettable Venice. Brodsky said the best about this city.
«I am writing these lines sitting on a white chair
in the open air, in winter, in one
jacket, giving, pushing the cheekbones
phrases in the native language.
The coffee will get cold. The lagoon splashes, a hundred
small glare dull pupil execution
for striving to remember a landscape capable of
do without me.»