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Theatre

Theatre! My sense that lost in space,

Alluring souls in another world,

Immortalized like in a clown’s face,

Hidden plush with sounds of deadfall.

To be awaken by the echo of a Faith,

By the echo of the backstage rustle,

Be forced into impossible grace,

Genius’ Muse take off above the castle.

Theatre! My God, my Holy Bible -

I have to live, create and build.

You fly through centuries and cicle,

It runs the show and controls our lives.

There is a smell of tears and happiness,

There is a pain and fear or cry,

There is an excitement and holding breath,

With huge well-deserved success.

Applause is a true reward

For such hard work and sweat and even blood.

For life and death, from Paradise to Hell –

The acting is a brilliant game done very well.

Theatre! My world, I am entering this peace,

Like in a temple of a goodness, hope and love,

From burden of your days gone by will calm,

From illness day by day will heal.