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,
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.