Desfile De Antifaces

Long ago, I attended disguised
at some masquerades to which I was invited
to model colorful masks
like the tones of the dresses
I wore daily as a disguise
to look like everyone else.

To appear as they wanted to see me
I displayed any show-off on my silhouette.
As the gallant floral man I was
I adorned the branches very naturally.
To those who saw me, I seemed normal
in those carnival parades.

Among the couples that were
spinning, one day I found him.
Beautiful as a half moon
that shines in the dark.
I invited the lady moon with a mask
to dance
that she used to
make it seem like her face,
but upon discovering her true face
I found nothing behind it.

I was scared to see her empty face,
she said, 'That's how they all are, didn't you know?'
With a sweet and elegant gesture
my nighttime light diminished
the moon finally disappeared
at the dawn of my understanding.

I went to look for the one I called a friend.
Under the mask, I found no one with me,
I searched among the posers, the comedians,
among the skilled and the beginners
who perform in front of the dreamer's face
and that face was only mine.

Since then
I strip off the mask daily,
that made the habit
of such persistent makeup.
Like the unmasked song
I show myself to those
who may not like what
they see when they look at me,
or even be uncomfortable if they don't see anyone
inside of them.

Now I no longer go unmasking
when I find someone
putting on a show.
When they deceive in their happiness
I only see imitations of humanity.
What they could have been and are not
between vanities and compassion.

I cannot see myself
what you see of me, I cannot hide it
even if I don't carry my armor
those who can hurt me will find in my nature
mixed blood without condition
that keeps my heart open.