The artist

The artist

Stage, backstage, audience...

silent and stern

the artist watches them.

Anxious, they wait

for their characters to appear

for them to grow before the lights...

for them to form

real, with sonorous words

that reveal

what's inside the soul...

of those who watch him.

Which one’s story will I tell today?

On stage, live, without caution,

the artist points a finger... You...

you in the plaid shirt

your turn has come...

... It's good to remember

 that this theater is exactly like this

only risk those who want to

being pointed at by the finger

of the boldest artist in this life.

The theater, full of people in silence

who paid a higher price than they could...

everyone turns their eyes...

Who will be the lucky one

to see their own story on stage?

-Please stand up, introduce yourself:

At least tell your name,

I'll take care of the story...

Don’t think I’ll tell your past.

I’m not crazy, I’m visionary...

I’ll tell your future 

down to the beads in your rosary...

So the man stands up, says his name and

walks, even a chair a little in front of the audience...

 and the play begins...

 for an hour... just one hour

 the artist develops the story, 

everyone gives

 a standing ovation everyone shouts...

 everyone wants him 

to present a future to them.