Carnival
Carnival
The floats parade immersed in colours and sounds. It’s a swarm of
confettis and streamers: yellow, green, red and lots and lots of blue
brighten up the day. People play music, dance, sing, and laugh. It’s
not a mask, it’s not an act, they are actually laughing. It’s
their face behind the mask, nothing can cover the joy revealed by
their eyes and their mouths. For a few hours we will all be the way
we are thanks to the masks that hide us. It’s not cold anymore and
the Sun is in great shape. It laughs the winter’s bad dreams away.
Now it warms the crowd up, pointing its rays to the streets of the
carnival. The sound of the trumpets greets them, making silly faces
to each other. A man screams when his face is covered in whipped
cream, straight from the spray can. Why can’t he taste it instead
of shouting? He would notice how sweet it is: like the smile of the
little rascal who stands in front of him, laughing.
Ercole Bonjean
This text can be useful for a number of didactic purposes: a
summary, a questionnaire both interpretative and referential, or
drawings of the story with cartoon bubbles.C
Translation by Chiara Amoretti
Translation by Chiara Amoretti
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