O Circo Místico

No
I don't know if it's a trivial trick
If an invisible cord
Sustains real life

Ropes of an orchestra
Shadows of an artist
Stages of a planet
And the dancers in the grand finale

So many flowers fall
That, without reflecting
An ardent spectator
Turns into a hummingbird

Which
I don't know if it's a new illusion
If after the somersault
There is another incarnation

Member of a cast
Suitcases of a destiny
Parts of an orchestra
Two girls in the immense wagon

Black reflector
Organdy flowers
And the scream of the flying man
As he comes to his senses

I don't know if it's real life
An invisible cord
After the somersault