Venice was my first teacher.
Amidst calli, theaters and intrigue, I learned that every man wears a mask, and that the truth lies in the details.
As the son of actors, I was immersed in art since I was a child. Curiosity has guided me ever since, pushing me to know, to experience, to live.
I have traveled all across Europe, from Paris to Vienna, from London to Prague.
Everywhere I went, I was greeted by curiosity and distrust, admiration and scandal.
I conversed with kings and philosophers, played, wrote, seduced. But deep down I was always looking for the same thing: a reflection of my freedom.
I have loved many times, and each time with sincerity.
I took risks, fought duels, and defied the rules, until I ended up in the Piombi, Venice’s most feared prison. And yet, even from there, I escaped. Not out of vanity, but to reaffirm what I have always believed: freedom cannot be imprisoned.
I was always hungry for ideas: I studied the laws of men and the mysteries of nature, questioned faith, science, and even myself. Knowledge never gave me certainty, but endless questions to pursue.
In my later years, I decided to write everything down. Not to defend myself, but to tell the story of a man who lived without masks.
In my pages, I left behind my times, my mistakes, my passions. Those who read my words may perhaps find something of themselves between the lines of my life.
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