Darkness is all around him, there is only light that illuminates the arena of the circus begins his show.
With that tension can not even speak, words would break in front of the aridity of the curious crowd. The balanced watching from the audience, moves with uncertain steps, one foot is not positioned properly.
He's afraid, you realize how fragile to be there. Is about to fall and there is no network that can protect him. Under him, the waves of the sea assures him, dives from his rope with eyes closed and the depth is going to swallow his mind. A sigh is still alive, but is of little value if it fails to rise, remaining motionless and terrified with the water under his nose.
The fat lady's hands and trusting his hand in his eye recognizes love. He would like to thank her with a kiss, but his body is still cold. It's late, he sees his friend Angel fly away from this circus, the rope he 's chased too quickly.
The show is now finished and did not like anyone. The balanced
cries out deaf, emotionally charged, would try to walk on the rope, but climbing the stairs is no longer forces and realize that others have left. E 'was only in that arena. He retired as
in his dressing room and in front of a mirror, his white face is fragmented, with a brush while you drop a droplet black on his left cheek.
The owners of the circus have never believed in the role of balance, be happy now that Pierrot has returned to his old form. A time between the floats paraded with his sad face looking to entertain and have fun, but then thought it can not always live with that look static and thoughtful, why he decided to take the risk of the rope.
Now, however, his attempt failed bitterly, no one notices his pain. Pierrot is stretched to its small moon, hanging by a thread on a nail in the wall, trying to doze off wonders what pleasure will have his life, thinks for a moment and replies: "It will still chocolate and strawberry . Then he closes his eyes and finally becomes air.
With that tension can not even speak, words would break in front of the aridity of the curious crowd. The balanced watching from the audience, moves with uncertain steps, one foot is not positioned properly.
He's afraid, you realize how fragile to be there. Is about to fall and there is no network that can protect him. Under him, the waves of the sea assures him, dives from his rope with eyes closed and the depth is going to swallow his mind. A sigh is still alive, but is of little value if it fails to rise, remaining motionless and terrified with the water under his nose.
The fat lady's hands and trusting his hand in his eye recognizes love. He would like to thank her with a kiss, but his body is still cold. It's late, he sees his friend Angel fly away from this circus, the rope he 's chased too quickly.
The show is now finished and did not like anyone. The balanced
cries out deaf, emotionally charged, would try to walk on the rope, but climbing the stairs is no longer forces and realize that others have left. E 'was only in that arena. He retired as
in his dressing room and in front of a mirror, his white face is fragmented, with a brush while you drop a droplet black on his left cheek.
The owners of the circus have never believed in the role of balance, be happy now that Pierrot has returned to his old form. A time between the floats paraded with his sad face looking to entertain and have fun, but then thought it can not always live with that look static and thoughtful, why he decided to take the risk of the rope.
Now, however, his attempt failed bitterly, no one notices his pain. Pierrot is stretched to its small moon, hanging by a thread on a nail in the wall, trying to doze off wonders what pleasure will have his life, thinks for a moment and replies: "It will still chocolate and strawberry . Then he closes his eyes and finally becomes air.
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