villa villa
And the guards pull us
in,
then slam the door
with an iron buckle.
Weâre all cramped like
in a gas chamber
Waiting, anxious,
terrified.
We smell each other
squeezed like in a tube,
feeling goose pimples
rising hair on our bodies,
children calling their
parents
as the light goes
down.
Silence.
Then the water comes,
sprinkling slightly
like the first drops of rain
and we see a white
sheet
spread above us like a
large cloud.
But imagine,
This cloud has shadows
of toys
growing into life size
bicycles,
hats, hairclips,
flowers, cars
and children suddenly
go AAAAAAAAH!
hands up in the air.
And the music starts â
liquid
as the smoke spreads
creating
puffy balloons that
turn into real ones
flying about, touching
peopleâs heads,
starting a play among
the crowd.
And from time to time,
we see people above
the sheet, hanging on ropes,
changing the sides in
this floating ring
whizzing from left to
right, from right to left
dropping sparkles in
buckets like stars
as the cloud rips
apart and we see faces
with smiles like birth
marks
waving and sending
kisses:
âHello down there,
welcome to the show!â
