Mirrorettes of Vatican

Blue.

Blue are the mirrorettes or sunglasses of Monsignor Baglietto, and Monsignor walks through Vatican City, and its geometrically agglomerated streets

and Monsignor Bonner and Monsignor De Cesaris pass aside conversing, and look at Monsignor Baglietto from certain distance, and their eyes overflow in lachrymals of July behind their mirrorettes, which are yellow and are green


and the lachrymals of their eyes come from the maizena floating in the estival breeze of Rome

and they look at Monsignor Baglietto with glassy and equivocal stare, thwartwise

and their thin lips cut the rectangular semblance of their faces bathed by the flour of the sun

and they walk through Vatican City, and its geometrically agglomerated streets.


Red.

Red are the mirrorettes or espejuelos of Cardinal Newman, and he leaves them on a small table at the entrance of the sacristy where priests of minor rank take their soutanes off

and the red sunglasses or mirrorettes shine under the yellow light, while Cardinal Newman drinks his palma christi with gerontic sips from a spoon of golden copper, purchased at Plata Lappas


and his considerable ears, just shaven, smile content shining under the Philips light bulbs

and the priests of minor rank pass by, and their lunettes are celeste and orange, and a ginormous mural of the Pontifex presides the room, like an extraterrestrial deity

and Cardinal Newman turns on a radio Noblex 7 Mares, and listens to the dominical football match in italiano

and the radio is on a small table at the entrance of the sacristy where priests of minor rank take their soutanes off.


White.

White are the mirrorettes or sunglasses of Archbishop Zanetti, and Abp. Zanetti enters Vatican City driving his Fiat 600, as the pneumatic doors of the Holy See are opened by 2 acolytes with brown mirrorettes and capes of tulle

and the white mirrorettes of Abp. Zanetti get reflected on le capot of the Fiat, white like a bocha de helado


and a flock of nuns pass by flying and giggling and perfuming the air of the moment from their hot violet underwear 

and this, and that, and us, and them, y aquí, y allá y acuyá, and hi hi hi, and ha ha ha

and Abp. Zanetti takes his white sunglasses off, and lights a Kent King Size, like Vittorio De Sica in Matera

and the pneumatic doors of the Holy See are closed by 2 acolytes with brown mirrorettes and capes of tulle.