Merda

Not even the madness of love
Of marijuana, of powder
Of tobacco and alcohol
Is worth the madness of the actor
When it blooms
Under the lights on stage

Backstage, dressing rooms
Corridors and curtains
Are as many pupils
Eyelids and retinas

Not a sweet prayer
Not a sermon, not a rally
To the right or to the left
Speaks more to the heart
Than the voice of a colleague
Whispering 'break a leg'

Opening night, tension
Fear, wonder
Enchantment and magic
Everything is a big explosion
But it doesn't seem like it
When it's the second day

It has been said not once
Not three, not four
There are no people, like us
Theater people
People who know how to make
Beauty triumph
Beyond all loss

People who could reverse
Forever the meaning
Of the word 'shit'

Shit!
Shit for you!
I wish you shit!
Shit for you too
Say shit and all is well
Shit every night and always, amen