Broken Capillaries On The Lip

THE TRAMP (Bohemian cabaret)


The curtain rose every night,
and you had to hide your pain,
to time with the orchestra, your singers,
that alien and ignorant public
scherzo bitter that you
eats inside ... Old

troubadour, wandering
scene with
bundle of dreams yet to fulfill,
chase dreams every night
the flower looks like sunlight,
beyond the footlights.

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(c) Isidro R. Ayestarán, 2010
fotografía: Patricia Gómez de la Casa
extraída de BOHEMIAN CABARET