Circo Soledad

There are clowns with colorful smiles
Who laugh to hide how much it hurts them
Trapeze artists in ties and suits
And jesters like plagues on TV

In the circus what bores you entertains you

There are dogs jumping around like fools
And elephants running a ministry
Hitmen with friendly nicknames
Motorcycle acrobats and cemetery
In the circus if it doesn't kill, it's a remedy

Mimes without freedom
The soul dies if you're a puppet
Circus of solitude
The crisis cheered up another poet

Truths that come with a trap in the suitcase

Characters who love the working class so much
That they become magicians when multiplied
Humpbacks like good camels
To hide what they purify on Sundays
In the circus, if you're close, you get splashed

There will always be a good tamer for those who submit
And harlequins who lend themselves to be bought
There's the tiger that eats those who complain
And the horse you pet to ride
In the circus, those who think must be scared

Mimes without freedom
The soul dies if you're a puppet
Circus of solitude
The crisis cheered up another poet

The circus survives with acrobatics

You'll be the fire-eater or the jester
Who throws the knives or the fakir
You'll be the ticket seller or the boss
Or the one who crushes others to rise

Mimes without freedom
The soul dies if you're a puppet
Circus of solitude
The crisis cheered up another poet

And a child receiving the baton