Disillusion and Idealism

The fluffy snow melts slowly, its whiteness is stunning... and turning into torrents of rain, it sets grief on people's faces! Passing sails are a delight to see, but the anchored gondolas grieve, they miss lovers who sang arias; can sunset change the air of sobriety and offer dreamers some real hope? No, gladness is not found here! Smiles are not influenced by emotions, seeing the gleaming snow becoming slush and flowing faster than rivers is even sadder; all roofs drip, no cooing pigeons greet tourists: Venice itself weeps surrounded by its splendor!