Long necklaces and rings flat and shiny as mirrors, you reflect there your dreams and all words you don’t say. I don’t know if you smile, if you are happy for a moment or you make fun of me. I lose myself in the infinite chains that bind me and surround you. Shiny darting coils. You get up, you sit, you turn and turn around as if you were at my casting for figures of the day to be thrown to the audience of the matinèe. Turns and turns and turns again that the Pittiesisis now look like carousel wires, kissing rings and large hoops for earrings, gold neon, small boats to be cradled on. You stop abruptly, you wave and go away taking the air away. It seems to drown in your emptiness, I run after you following trails of light. Pittiesisi bijoux… “chaîns d’amour” to play a little madness and shine.