The nobodies that from time to time we get someone. The others, we will be yesterday tomorrow ... the free time. The anachronistic.
lights on and the show begins. whispers are heard, old friends ...
Suddenly, the darkness.
The mind turns white as a sheet while the senses become dumb, stupid ... no music, no voices, no people. Only element and acrobat.
Oblivion is present and takes the sorrows, problems and pains that affect us.
not think nothing more than to enjoy the happiness that we produce. The adrenaline that follows us ... dizziness, the emptiness and sometimes the explosion.
A group of lunatics who seek to be happy. The sane from the insane again.
above.
Above their heads, holding the ropes. We may head there who think we will end without a head, and others who we have lost ( and repeat them: the group of wise fools!); yet we see that above the rest. Seeking the knowing glances of the people.
Tinmarincorvaenunapierna and are now pointing to the ground with the nose, touching the earth with the tip, about to sneeze.
Looks are applause.
We also embrace his eyes and outline a slight smile, because the satisfaction of feeling the warmth of who enjoys it is worthy of a great joy.
of us who got together to twirl from time to time. We like you, because the bigger the role life, and in our country only survive acrobats and juggling ... in this country .. of the sane mad.
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