Enclosed days, naturally finished. Many lights, colourful

dresses and sometimes without dresses,

words remembered off by heart and true words,

thoughtful or not and silence that was sometimes spoken;

there weren’t only the lighted performances;

the sun and the trees and the naked body took part too

yet the end, even a temporary one, wasn’t unrealized.

The theatre was closed. Shadows walked slowly in front

of the big mirrors in the hallway, hanging masks,

            lustful ghosts;

there wasn’t any particular person behind them

and those masks vanished like the smoke of the last


soon as the voice of the milkman was heard in the street

next morning and the steps of the cleaning lady

            on the marble stairs.