The company disappears into the clouds,
Everything is moistened, loses shape, color and reason …
I, of all the most cried, I lack the voice …

I see again where I want, what my role?!
I’m extra character, the scene of paper, risk of pencils, make-up actor,
I wrinkled dress, drained curtain, stage actor or hidden,
I’ll be what they want in this scene of clouds and faint false viewers …

The author and choreographer, do not follow the debut of the play
Everyone enmeshed their artistic convulsion and lie somewhere in the fog of routine
Without grace, without masks, no life!

I find my opportunity
Shine onstage as in life,
Even among the clouds of doom
For the moment all I applaud in unison …
My sadness, grace;
Raise the puppets hang down, and routes in the corner!
It would bring a double bass and orchestra wind …
Could it be stupid to work behind the day’s inauguration
But would always palms, shoulder to shoulder …

Forward … forward, John
No more work nail and hammer,
Enough of useless and false cleavers need
It is time to debut!

Will be the host of a theater overwhelmed?
Does the concerted failure of the roof?
The roles and lines you gave me are diffuse nerve
Poor wretches, they lie to us both happy …
Will I be able to bring a crown flowers?!

First Act, a loose neck weevil,
I know the ropes, freed the pride that kills me
Hit the foot by Moliere and the curtain in the breeze in the hair
Eye light up there, I am God that night, I am God for one night …

The dance and song are my companions in misfortune,
That blessing commissioned,
Flirting, bows and twists for a whole night and my crazy!

Last act, a final smash
Fireworks at the inn to pop culture,
Nobody will be indifferent to the passing of pure art,
Without constraints, wire rope …

I stood alone on stage, look ahead
Despised the truth rather than patient
Lie lazy and dirty but not echoed palms
Did not get to order the part that would be immortalized!
Thousand years to remember or to forget, will forever be mine
Will be forever unfinished!