Beethoven.

Got am email from Paul asking if I want tickets to the Ninth symphony.
Thinking about Beethoven.
Remembering that I have seen it.
And also Fidelio.
At the Teatro La Fenice in Venice.
Ein engle descending the stairs.
That years later, I had dinner at
the Ristorante La Fenice with Rosella and Emma.
They were pretending to smoke cigarettes,
using bread sticks.
They were certain that the carabinieri would arrest them because they were underage.
We spotted an old woman, a police spy no doubt,
leaning out a window above us.
Dinner turned into a thriller.
Worthy of Beethoven.
A young Beethoven perhaps.



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