Pouring down like a silver rain
reflections open up my eyes
to face you
you who are me and me who is me.....
there are no other protagonists
in the theatre of the absurd
or at least
in this short play.....
so they said i cannot be
a flight, a feeling, or a smile
do not pervert my heart with hate
that same hate that i left aside
soliloquium.....
yes,
i talk alone
for an unexistent audience
raising my hands and voice
and wish to scream my name out.....
[i forgot it]
~the lights die on me and the curtains drop~
final act's a mere joke
