Theater

The gangway are still open
But the fiery and deadly silence in the audience says it all:
The show will begin!
All the emotions are already in mind,
Multiple texts are already absorbed
Pulsars are the heart of the artist lose the rhythm.
Is this the time to be who is not?
To feel emotions never felt?
Live and that the utopian
And want to weave webs of the drama?

The theater and the opium of the artist
And the artist is the blood of the theater.
The venue and the stage are
Together while
The body of a giant
The cocoon of dark where it is not known;
Appeared a beautiful butterfly, the comedia,
Or a black moth, the drama.
And the public is the soul, the spirit,
He's the heart that beats in the back of the theater,
He is the elixir of emotions that feeds the actor.
I am glad to remember the laughter
To review in memory the loves,
The laughter and the cries that lived on the stage;
And increasingly I am proud to have already
Den played a celestial stage.

Thank you to the characters which made this drama:
A hug to the director who made me better than could
Kiss young sisters who have very mi happy
Kisses to Bud and Worm.
A hug to friends only ones who supported me,
Hugs Anton, "Small Employer" and Colibri.
A vote of congratulations for a beautiful family,
Ana and Maria Collor, be happy forever!
( "Oh that Pena" no candles more)
A swinging pendulum to my friend's heart,
"Take the bulb Talita!"
A river of kisses for a woman of genius,
"1000 Kisses" Dry!
Three kisses for an adoptive parent,
Cute! Um .. Two ... And Three.
One chapter in particular to my favorite nymph,
I love you, Anain, and see you in my book!
And a big kiss to all actors
Because they make the world a better place
And that shift laughter and crying,
And that bring joy and excitement to the lives of the world more empty!