Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.

They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.

I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.

Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.

They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
Someone is calling
The carnival is over.

We sat and watched
As the moon rose
For the very first time


The Carnival Is Over


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NOTE: not all the guests appear in this picture, I´m soo sorry but I have many difficults during the creation of this work... and some difficults in the real life, indeed my original idea was add more than 15 characters but here only appear 8. Maybe for the next time.