Ten billions guys,
In the circus of life, today.
A clown insight, a little joy.

“Claps your hands!”
for the ball-man, mad!
Scaping on sparks, at down in web.

Just because, a mirror,
For a lion, take a pig.
Fat acrobats flying on the empty spaces, and sings...


Six blue elephants,
Carring the lost dreams gone... before...
The maneger screaming, in microphone.

Nobody takes a reason,
For like that, bizarre lust.
Fancy faces in all around for wathing fire.

For smack desires, of life
After all make-up´s –
Clowns get off the paints of time.