Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Smaritaaaaaaaa tinnnnnnntirita, cheeee laaaaaaa diritaaaaaaaa, that’s Bird for you, eeeeeeh, poet birdie, you see, Auntie, this is how we live, who has this, eh, who? Cardinal’s eyelids feebly cover the moisture of his blue irises. For a moment it looks as if all the bones in his face have become transparent under a dull pallor, as if his blood has irrevocably fermented and all his muscular fibers have withered, as if the bust of a Roman emperor is searching for a symbol in the void. Bird pulls back again. The laughter of the soldiers takes on new vigor. Roars of some unfamiliar animals fly out of Taxi’s mouth who’s still rolling in the grass. Mickey lets go of his mother’s sleeve and
