Classic Poem

Dare very strong funny. Several have exploited your worlds. Without needs, and in no hurry to implement their brilliant faculties and experience of your consciences. What mature men! Dazed eyes to the way the summer, red and black night, traffic, steel dive golden stars; facies deformed sealed, blêmis, burned; frolicsome hoarseness! The cruel process of tinsel!-There are some young people, how they would look Cherub?-Filled frightening voice and some dangerous resources. They are sent to take back the city, decked out in a luxury disgusting.
O most violent Paradise of the furious grimace! No comparison with your Fakirs and other stage antics. In improvised, with the taste of bad dream costumes, they play ballads, tragedies of bandits and spiritual demigods such as history or religion have never been. Chinese, Hottentots, gypsies, silly, hyenas, Molochs, old dementia, sinister demons, they combine the popular tours, maternal, with bestial poses and tenderness. They interpret new plays and songs "Good Girls." Master jugglers, they transform the place and the people and exercise the magnetic comedy. Eyes blazing, blood sings, bones widen, tears and red streaks trickle. Their mockery or terror lasts one minute, or whole month.
I alone have the key to this savage parade.