CLOWN who pretended SMILE
It was a poor clown always drunk,
Was such sadness and lived faking the smile,
Sad figure who would throw a tarp,
What looked like an abyss uncontrolled.
Recalls when sober: I was already in love!
Was the one who was not knowing what was evil;
For his immense love, betrayed and abandoned,
Single stroke last remaining of its truth.
I'm out of this life, perhaps made fun of what I do,
Hear applause? Maybe it pleases:
Because I'm no longer an undead clown?
A dead clown costume, which enjoyed ...!
And remembering love, inexplicable betrayal ...
Maybe the nonsense of sadness versus laugh:
Shoot me hanging, the bottomless pit,
Raptors fulfill cleaning your judgment!
Mauro Martins Santos - Academy of Letters
Moji Guaçu-SP - Brazil
Was such sadness and lived faking the smile,
Sad figure who would throw a tarp,
What looked like an abyss uncontrolled.
Recalls when sober: I was already in love!
Was the one who was not knowing what was evil;
For his immense love, betrayed and abandoned,
Single stroke last remaining of its truth.
I'm out of this life, perhaps made fun of what I do,
Hear applause? Maybe it pleases:
Because I'm no longer an undead clown?
A dead clown costume, which enjoyed ...!
And remembering love, inexplicable betrayal ...
Maybe the nonsense of sadness versus laugh:
Shoot me hanging, the bottomless pit,
Raptors fulfill cleaning your judgment!
Mauro Martins Santos - Academy of Letters
Moji Guaçu-SP - Brazil
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