Golden Fool




I wish to know

That fool's gold,

It was not made ​​for us.




Knowing that tomorrow

There will back

And our life will be like an old film

On the overhead projector,

In a corner of a movie any.




Under boos and cheers from the crowd,

From an empty stage.




Done loose phrases of an old book,

Yellow, stored,

In the dust of the TV stand.




Chosen for you

To make an impact,

To change the situation.




Done illusion

Circus show,

Saved to us.




As wax dolls

Hidden world,

Trying to live.




Pablo Danielli