“Corse via su piedi di porcellana” is a contradiction in terms, it is an escape that is realized only potentially, it is the breathlessness that assails you when the body does not respond to your intentions.
“Corse via su piedi di porcellana” is the beginning of a fairy tale, or perhaps its ending. In the imaginary world the impossible becomes possible, and you can take flight on porcelain feet.
I would like to hate these porcelain feet, but for this time (now) we wear them.