Manifesto behind the scenes

MANIFESTO behind the scenes

When I was little, I ran with my brothers after our parents. She ran and played because I wanted to, because we had fun. But now, I do not have fun, but others do have fun. They are sitting looking at me, applaud and laugh at what I do. That hurts me and pains me learn how to make people laugh.

I do not remember what my family. I was very young when we separated from that paradise so beautiful and broad. I missed a lot to go and see. In it I felt free, was a world. However, during this coming and going, I can only spin around me. And when I get one of my many places, I feel a relief that is quickly lost by the stress of preparing for that bunch impassive faces and different trades, but the same feelings. I imagine they do not know what's behind all this game, but many colleagues tell me that I better not cheat, they do know. Then I wonder why they have never done anything for an end this ordeal.

Today I am in a South American country in which it holds a special date, call Third World. Overall, it's one more, because in all the sites that I hear the same noise, same laughs. I do not understand how they do not bother so much uproar, many lights. As much as I do this for a long time, I used to. Perhaps this is normal habitat in the mine was not.

Yesterday was very tired because it was the last day of preparation for the big premiere. My companions and I ended up very tired, but after sticks, whips, screaming, hitting and food isolates, we were able, though trembling, jump, climb on a chair, running and passing a hoop of fire, carry the weight of our guides bipeds, tamers are told. For as in the trial, was this night that is about to end. The first time I played it, I was sure I would have a special prize, I kept that hope for several seasons, but now my dream is no more than a piece of meat.

I do not know if I am irrational or those sitting in front of me. Just know that I feel tired and sad. I would like to escape, but I will not suffer the same fate of those colleagues who escaped and ended his days unsuccessfully trying to dodge a bullet.

While completing these lines, I heard one of the many colleagues had just given birth. I am sorry that their firstborn born in this ruin and not in that paradise of which I am filled with nostalgia. Sorry I do not want to finish as I lean, I do not want to get old after so many trips that olfactory organs and limbs are the only ones who can pass sufridamente the bars of a cage in which I am tonight .

Yet, I keep hoping that someday that human callers aware of what I feel at this moment and do something for this place they call the free circus, like me, we need to dream again and live in our true habitat. In it, no one trained to make people laugh.

AN OLD LION