"What beauty lies in youth
yet ever so fleeting!
Let him who wants to, be happy
for there is no certainty in tomorrow."
Venice was magnificent during that time of the year.
He stopped himself on a bridge, admiring the city that was shining placid under the moonlight.
The canals were sparkling like golden tapes, illuminated by the lights coming from the palaces; the roads were full of torches, the doors of the houses were decorated with colored bows and flowers. From every palace came laughs and applauses.
The sky was illuminated by fireworks, wonders imported from China.
He had chosen that evening to abandon the loft where he used to study, in order to mingle with the colorful and noisy crowd; Carnival was the better occasion for blending into Venice's society.
He arrived in the city nearly a year ago but he felt like he had never seen it.
For months he had lived in solitude, feeding himself only with his job and his studies. And animal blood, obviously.
In that crowd nobody see