It was in the big opera house where I realized
How big everything was, what a spectacle
Laughs, applauses, muffled sounds that night
Foreign sounds, incomprehensible
And it was me, right there in the middle
looking around at the surrounding souls
Faces without expressions
Were they happy? Were they laughing? Why?
All eyes pointing toward an empty performance
Who was there? What were they doing?
Soft light from a monstrous spider
Hanging from a ceiling painted in gold
What were those strange figures doing up there?
It’s getting cold
One by one they make their way out
Where are they going? Why are they living?
The show is not over, I don’t want it to be
I have seen nothing, it’s not fair
What has just happened?
Give me my money back!
But I can’t speak, anyway
There is a thick rope falling from up there
It is trapping me by the neck and pulling upwards
The metallic spider is moving now, it’s alive
It is trying to strangle me very fast
I do not resist, everybody’s gone now
An empty stage, an empty theater
And I’m ready to die.
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They call him the helpless romantic.
ReplyDeleteSoft spoken... with always the best combination of words you could ever thing of.
Natural Poet.... finding rhyme and reason to everything in his path.
Frank..... never cowaring behind someone else's pretense or beliefs, for this Leo's ethics are true and righteous.
Possessive... of all those he loves and cherishes for only this romantic poet truly knows to love openly and without reserve.
Whimsical..... in all those difficult moments in life, the romantic poet finds a whimsical side of things and makes everyone around him feel powerful and with a sense of being.
Regal.... in all the true sense of the word... this helpless romantic hails all eyes on him when he walks in a room, commanding authority without even a gesture or stare.
He is the helpless romantic poet, requested by all to write our lives on paper and makes us realize we are....