- And I felt the warmth of his hysterical flapping on my foot. Pigeons, rats filthy city increasingly bold-
could hear the metallic sound of the cymbals.
wanted to run there, but I braked
. Scaring pigeons
foot felt secure my self, not to usurp your success
reflection of my failure as a protagonist.
I hate the spotlight
am a spoiled star, and your
sucesso see my frustration as a stellar performer sublime acts. He starred
heroic battles in the bathroom. I have been chosen
of skilled swordsmen
(but always keeping my strong personality, never as fainting princess mouth shut) I gave
later conferences in the mirror mass.
keynote, I lectured for
endless nights before the window glare, passionate, safe, settled by a hearing
delivered.
Awards, entertainment, awards several. Humble smiles, tears in eyes contained excited ...
sincere thanks, a lifetime starring in crap.
One after another, imaginary medals.
hate the spotlight,
am a frustrated actor. Waking up every morning
wrapped.
Preparing food, drinking wine, talking at night
get to a place yet to travel.
extra I paid.
A failed actor.
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