El Trapecista

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!