Carnival

Standing between two libraries
 
Enormous that seem like trees
or more like a forest
No ceiling is visible like they never end
All the books are dressed in the same color
 
And there in front of us, stands  
a corsair.  
 
He tries to flee,
to disappear like a rodent would do  
if human eyes were on it.
 
Behind the wooden library he goes,
a carnival appears  
Like in the mind of a child,
colors rip out the dark of the night  
and a ferris wheel turns
 
Figures with bird heads and feathers dance raising up dust.
 
As we turn around  
only to return back  
a huge beast like it belongs  
with greek mythology stories
attacks
 
The ferris wheel still turns around