Jeremías

Jeremiah,
packed with colors, he smiled;
shattered with sobs,
turning, piece by piece,
the sadness into joy.
Dust and rags,
he tears his soul away with a swipe...
Let them laugh in the stands
at his masked pain,
let them return the pieces of his soul.
There was a time of clear skies,
of life that held his hand...
And cowardly, beneath it all,
he ripped love out completely
and made his tent
his clown's heaven.
Early mornings
are filled with hot tears on his pillow;
when the crowd calls for a smile,
he cries and laughs
for his hidden rose.
In a hurry
he sought the flight that brought back his laughter
of trapeze and shadowed stage
of a thousand kids who name him,
of death that caresses him.
Silence,
that wraps around screams...
And a little girl cried for him
very softly...
He erased his fear of trying
to be happy again
and to have, from the blue sky,
a little piece.