Circo Criollo

Like the north wind
galloping through the towns
comes the Creole Circus
unearthing memories.

Anxious clowns,
yellowish actors,
digging into the silence
of the suffering workers.

The poles rise
tent approaching the sky
everything is ready
for the mystery to begin.

Wandering and traveling
through the paths of time
comes the Creole Circus
unearthing memories.

Joyful song
the circus has arrived in town
my childlike soul
eager to take flight.

People gather
to silently contemplate it
the tent is so big
it feels like a dream.

A memory escapes
from some girl in time
I will find her again
when that circus has returned.
Wandering and traveling
through the paths of time
comes the Creole Circus
unearthing memories.