The Ghost in the Restaurant
The Ghost in the Restaurant
If I’m not fit for heaven, let me haunt
Venice, I prayed. And now I have a front
Row seat at Florian’s, facing St. Mark’s square,
To start again my oldest love affair.
It’s true the . . .
. . . . . . .
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