Amid lyrical illuminations, idylls resolved in berciing melancholy, and regrets with tragic implications on the horizon of a cadaverous Venice, the narrative voice untangles itself in the teeming succession of external stimuli that, in their constant and painful seeping through the author's poetic consciousness, are carried in a whirlpool of regret and disillusionment only to reach the consequent consummation turned toward every limit and vestige of humanity (Carlo Ragliani).