When the curtains falls down and one can finally rest alone,it is when the soul can be structured again, regain strength and gather the pieces as in an art work.
The lights goes off but inside it goes on. Bright lights, pure essence. The love is again love.
The theater finally can be forgotten.
What life is this? Can anyone there answer me? To live this life one need to be the best actor. One Oscar every day. Pay attention to all the details.
The voices, the glimpse on eyes. Every turn of the head precisely on time. A rich act.
Then, when the lights finally turns off, one can turn the inner light on.
This life has the rhythm of joy but in hypocrisy.