Hooray for Carnival’s confetti, paper bombs that don’t hurt!
Go in the streets in jolly company the happiness’ warriors: they shoot in each other’s face shoo-away-thoughts laughters, they make prisoners with colorful streamers.
No nurse is needed because the wounded ones heal with a candy.
Guides the assault, at the tarantella rhythm, the chief general Pulcinella.
Once the battle is over, everybody goes to sleep.
On the pillow stands out like a medal a Carnival’s confetto.