He takes my transparent hand
we sit down
at this table-snail
today celebrating the carnival
I contemplate the powdered lashes of Gelsomina
the exorcised laughter of Margarita
I'm drinking from the cup of your steps
Fellini, smiling
is dancing in the rain of confetti
and exalted feathers
I'm carrying my heavy dress
the crinolines from my hair
over this discomposed circus
and I am always late
looking incessantly
for your violet songs.