Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

[Everything you write is] not simply a collection of words, but a means of influence not to be taken lightly. Let your recipient’s emotions be the gondola, and your words, its gondolier.

The smile of lovers is gondola of their desire. (Des amoureux le sourire – Est gondole de leur désir.)

I’d row a gondola like a column is not a row. My coffee may be cold, but my love is warm. When are you going to wake up and drink it?

VISIONS OF GRANDEURI’m walking through a sheet of glass instead of the door,Flying over a giant candlestick lighting up Central Park,Repeating two courses at Hard Knock’s College,And swimming through the Red Sea with silky jelly...

In Venice, things not always as they first appear. I contemplate this observation from my post on the aft deck of one of Master Fumagalli’s gondolas, taking in the panorama of bridges, domes, bell towers,...