El Trapecista
Congreso
The Trapeze Artist
Here you have me
Noble sir
From the high trapeze
I was the best
In a bad hour I drank that potion
Minutes before
My show.
Going up!
Going down!
From my swift belly to the gate
A huge noise
Blew off my pants
The secretary
who shot me
shouted that the act
was pure betrayal
Going up!
Going down!
And in this hospice
Where he sent me
I catch doves
With bread and rice
I cut their wings
With a big pin
Feathered back
I want to return!
Going up!
Going down!
