My stage (Poem)

The nostalgia begs inside my soul, to embody and give life to those characters, who were part of me at the time, when I went on stage and could leave a part of me to the spectators. Now I want to take the opportunity to give you a poem about a work in which we are all participants in one way or another.

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I
Their smiles crack their faces,
although smiling is free.
They use porcelain masks,
owning faces so cracked.
They are afraid to see their reflection in a mirror,
they know their reflection, but they do not accept it and avoid it,
repudiate and move away from their identity to create another,
They are completely unknown.

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II
They are incredible imitators,
of exemplary characters and,
even if they try to avoid it,
that decaying effort will always be discovered in the light
what they do to fit.
They are very good actors,
they could buy your smile,
as if the money,
was synonymous with happiness.

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III
Every time the curtain goes up and down,
there will be new battles,
new characters
Some will star in several scenes,
others will be just filling characters,
some will no longer be in the script,
but they will continue their works in other scenarios,
It's a feeling of constancy in which a light goes out,
and another lights up.

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IV
Life is a theater,
it's art scenic of the purest form
It is to offer the viewer,
our best performance.
Be the illusion that your audience demands
or be the owner in your scenario

"The theater is so infinitely fascinating, because it is very accidental, as much as life." Quote from the screenwriter and playwright Arthur Miller.

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