"Ladies and Sior Hasten, come!
E 'came the circus!
Magicians, acrobats, jugglers and clowns ...
The circus!"
Everywhere, in every spring, the arrival in the city hall and colored theater madness.
A melancholy and smiling clown gave a hug like to invite you to dream.
She reached out and bought that kiss of love, stood with eyes closed listening to the secret places of the people who ever lived and who are afraid that leave lost like the sound of silence.
Diving and tumbling, juggling multicolored give lightly lies unravel truth from God.
squeezed her hands, thought-here-now are, without a jacket and shoes. But the soul
that's it, from dusk to dawn will come.
New roads, new skies, new crowds, new experiences, new eyes, new possible ways, new words and sounds, new pages.
Everything is to be rewritten, everything is rewritable.
A new route to the voices, hidden in the shadows, writes to me.
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