The one you show everyone, isn't it? your face
? just a mask you wear for fear that the real one won't be liked
when those who say they love you discourage you
and the daily pressure crushes you
and you need an extra gear?
do you want to have the money you never earned
the woman you didn't love
the child you didn't love? never born
the car you have always dreamed of
villa with swimming pool and lawn
to feel fulfilled
before saying goodbye
life sometimes? like a musical that ends out of tune
the happy ending skips and leaves more? confused and with the idea of u200bu200ba better outcome
do you go home and go to bed waiting for the first new glow
? Another day to stage instead of showing a pass...
BROADWAY
? a world of lights and colors, extras and actors
where everyone's voice is lost in the noise...
BROADWAY
? a world of special effects, handshakes
and sandy smiles hidden behind curtains...
BROADWAY
? the reality? of paper mache
modern Babylon for those who just want a light shined on their heads...
BROADWAY
the stars barely shine,? a firmament of concrete
where after a reflection a star? already? off...
Is there? who recites it in a blue overall and holds a wrench in his hand
who has a sweaty forehead in the foundry in the month of June
who experiences a constant clash with his wife
and who would like to be by her side to hold her hand while she is in labor, but
you can't? choose the plot
the audience knows what to expect and surprises are not welcome in the room
the front door acts as a curtain
and one's true identity? should she be eliminated and you will be her hitman
? the world where everyone talks and no one listens
in a world where revealing yourself is seen only as a sin
and due to lack of courage
you immerse yourself in the character
and in the morning you try the latest jokes on stage, in the bathroom
are you a target for those who observe you
? like having a knife pointed at you in danger for every mistake
and it doesn't take much to get distracted, a spotlight that dazzles you
to return to the dressing room with your head down from your dressing gown...
When the 'wet asphalt reflects the neon with the title
of the work that can ti? make an idol
or cover yourself with ridicule
it's not enough to have cold blood in your system
you have to be yourself without anyone smoothing out any edges
you realize that being successful is only for a short while
? how to have sex to vent
? an end in itself and then it leaves you empty
you are looking for something that leaves
a reason for the time invested from when you are born to when you collapse
your family, your colleagues are in the audience
people you don't even greet and others you bond with
and tremble from head to toe in search of their esteem
why? live the rule? always "the first one is good"
and in the front row they even perceive your tension
and you are looking forward to a ritual for the performance
protagonize yourself in banal routines
and the day after the show it has to go on like Queen...

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