Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel: THE STORY OF THE VENICE MASK / Povestea măştilor veneţiene
TRANSLATER: Sorana Avramescu
Once Sorana steped into the city of pools, of romance, of supreme love and of the cruelest betrayals in love, Venice, the land rise of water, she had the feeling that she lives in an amazing world, where time seems to have stopped from its natural course, that she floats in an atmosphere permeated by the medieval spirit, where knights and ladies gave life to the most grandiose castles and palaces, which seemed to be swallowed by the water that passes through them unhindered, from one end to the other. The incredibil combination of water and light, gave magic and fairy to the place. And the mirage of Venice, city of light but also of dark made that every moment lived in that miraculous salted water of Adriatic Sea, to be felt the most. Her parents chosed this fascinating place as destination for the semestrial holiday from February, lured of the faime and magic history of the city. And of course they fell in love with it at first sight...... the walls shriveled facades of buildings, fallen... but at the same time proud and stately, nobly bearing the imprint of time. In this legendary city which seemed that never gets tired and never sleeps, Sorana had the impresion that the houses that mirror in the water are telling their own stories, which seemed to hide incredible secrets and the own history, in another time. She was excited about the gondola tour, but, at the same time, tired of travel, she fell asleep.
Suddenly Sorana felt like something is gentle touching on her shoulder.
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What a lovely prose poem you have written, Cornelia! I very much enjoyed reading it. Venetia este intr-adevar fascinanta; inspirand si una din poeziile mele - Venice.