Naples. Escape. Sails. A little girl reads, locked outside, on her balcony. A little boy watches her. The two meet, it's the Carnival party. An amusement park is the backdrop to the party. Varied youth runs wild among the concrete buildings. Totoriello and Speranzella, Cinderella and Hulk, ten years old each, sitting on a suburban bench. Why do you always read on the balcony? he asks. The answer is the song of a crucified siren. The answer is a knife that cuts capitons. The vomit of a daughter of a never ending sentence. "Lost Girl" in the lost train station, a Cinderella without a fairy, without bibidi bobidi bu. Speranzella whose happiness was stolen. Speranzella daughter of a whore who flies like a butterfly out of spite.
Italy
