Cuando los payasos salen a las calles,
a hacer alegres malabares en las esquinas
y nos dejan ver sus narices rojas,
chalupas con pasos bamboleantes,
rostros coloridos, sonrisas
como parte del espectáculo
y vistosas vestimentas de eterno verano,
brillantes para una mañana lluviosa,
veo detrás del parabrisas de mi auto,
mi propia infancia.
Rolando Gabrielli2025
When clowns come out into the streets,
to perform joyful juggling on the corners
and let us see their red noses,
small boats with unsteady steps,
colorful faces, smiles
as part of the show
and bright costumes of eternal summer,
shining through a rainy morning,
I see behind my car’s windshield,
my own childhood.
to perform joyful juggling on the corners
and let us see their red noses,
small boats with unsteady steps,
colorful faces, smiles
as part of the show
and bright costumes of eternal summer,
shining through a rainy morning,
I see behind my car’s windshield,
my own childhood.
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