This document reflects on the past and how memories of love, Venice, and youth still come to the author like a dream. However, the author notes that it is no longer them or Venice, but rather ruins, ghosts, and gravestones that remain behind. People say "Here lies the pasha! - Beggar! - Dog!" and shout "tout passe" in French and "prošlo" in their own language, reflecting on the transience of life. Now, visions of towers in the air and on the sea foam come to the author in dreams, but these are no longer living people or women, but rather weak, frail, and sad shadows that tell the author they are not
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This document reflects on the past and how memories of love, Venice, and youth still come to the author like a dream. However, the author notes that it is no longer them or Venice, but rather ruins, ghosts, and gravestones that remain behind. People say "Here lies the pasha! - Beggar! - Dog!" and shout "tout passe" in French and "prošlo" in their own language, reflecting on the transience of life. Now, visions of towers in the air and on the sea foam come to the author in dreams, but these are no longer living people or women, but rather weak, frail, and sad shadows that tell the author they are not
This document reflects on the past and how memories of love, Venice, and youth still come to the author like a dream. However, the author notes that it is no longer them or Venice, but rather ruins, ghosts, and gravestones that remain behind. People say "Here lies the pasha! - Beggar! - Dog!" and shout "tout passe" in French and "prošlo" in their own language, reflecting on the transience of life. Now, visions of towers in the air and on the sea foam come to the author in dreams, but these are no longer living people or women, but rather weak, frail, and sad shadows that tell the author they are not
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This document reflects on the past and how memories of love, Venice, and youth still come to the author like a dream. However, the author notes that it is no longer them or Venice, but rather ruins, ghosts, and gravestones that remain behind. People say "Here lies the pasha! - Beggar! - Dog!" and shout "tout passe" in French and "prošlo" in their own language, reflecting on the transience of life. Now, visions of towers in the air and on the sea foam come to the author in dreams, but these are no longer living people or women, but rather weak, frail, and sad shadows that tell the author they are not
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TI, PROLOST, i moj svet, mladost, ljubav, gondole, i, na nebu, Mljetci, priviate mi se jo, kao san, talas, lepi
cvet, u drutvu maski, koje je po mene dolo. Samo, to nisam ja, ni Venecija to se plavi, nego neke ruevine, aveti, i steci, to ostaju za nama na zemlji, i u travi. Pa kau: "Tu lei paa! - Prosjak! - Pas!" A viu i francusko "tout passe". I nae "prolo".
LIBUA i moj put, i svet, kule u vazduhu i na morskoj peni, priviaju mi se jo, dok mi iak drhe ko prut i prenosim i zemlju, u sne, u sne, u sne. Samo, to vie nisu, ni ene, ni ljudi ivi, nego neke nemone, slabe, i setne, seni, to mi kau da nisu zveri, da nisu krivi, da im ivot ba nita nije dao, pa apu "no, no, no" i nae "ne, ne".
