Posts Tagged: canals

07.14

There were days when summer heat made Julia feel bloodless. Only Gaia’s efforts would force her out of bed and in the streets looking and drawing maps. One summer morning they woke up at dawn and took the FishTrain to

07.14

There were days when summer heat made Julia feel bloodless. Only Gaia’s efforts would force her out of bed and in the streets looking and drawing maps. One summer morning they woke up at dawn and took the FishTrain to

07.13

  Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They

07.13

  Where are they going? They take passengers to Shelter Island, said Julia. At night? They have lanterns. What is the color of the sea at night? Black, as the sky. How are they going to find their way? They

06.81

The puck moved in straight lines under Julia’s eyes along the frozen Bolotana Canal where the strongest and most agile skaters competed.

06.81

The puck moved in straight lines under Julia’s eyes along the frozen Bolotana Canal where the strongest and most agile skaters competed.

06.79

Nick left the boat and walked briskly up and down the Fondamenta. He opened and closed his fists, he touched the tip of his shoes with his hands without bending his knees, he squatted and jumped in the air and squatted

06.79

Nick left the boat and walked briskly up and down the Fondamenta. He opened and closed his fists, he touched the tip of his shoes with his hands without bending his knees, he squatted and jumped in the air and squatted

06.78

Nick the boatman drifted to sleep. He was awaken by the noise of other boats approaching the fondamenta. He straightened up, looked towards the opening at the end of the Calle of the Ovens, where Cillian has disappeared, then lowered

06.78

Nick the boatman drifted to sleep. He was awaken by the noise of other boats approaching the fondamenta. He straightened up, looked towards the opening at the end of the Calle of the Ovens, where Cillian has disappeared, then lowered

06.74

Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most

06.74

Cillian looked at people with such an intensity that most averted their eyes from him. He looked at their hands, their fingers, their fingernails; any wrinkle, stain or cut told him a story. Such obsession with looking did not escape most

06.69

Cillian put his left hand in his pocket and started scrambling through the coins. One, two, one, two. Two were coins, two were not. One of the fakes came with the first purchase, the other with the second. He entered a café at a corner of Arzanà Square, sat

06.69

Cillian put his left hand in his pocket and started scrambling through the coins. One, two, one, two. Two were coins, two were not. One of the fakes came with the first purchase, the other with the second. He entered a café at a corner of Arzanà Square, sat