Juan Zamora
this unique circus, featuring an unusual group Character: a fakir eunuch, a bearded woman and an anorexic who suffered from alopecia, a drug addict midget, a trapeze acrophobics, an amnesiac magician, a clown hypochondriac, an arthritic contortionist, and a German drunk and rowdy which made trainer, presenter and The circus, though most art was scratching the testicles and spit in front of the audience.
The central tent was alone, empty seats and unsold ticket. So the days passed in this place where there was laughter and fun.
But what a circus could make a place so sad? Simple: The fakir did not have the "will" enough to lie on a bed of nails. The dwarf, addicted to cocaine, it "grows" every time I was facing the audience and began to insult them. The trapeze artist could not take off the feet of the floor, preferring to "go under the table." The magician could never remember where he had "hidden" objects disappearing (¿?). The clown thought that painting could be a skin cancer, rubber nose suffocation, polyester and satin dress urticaria, or the wig cause brain atrophy by not allowing ideas moving. To make matters worse, being around children, we generated an arrhythmia unbearable.
The contortionist and the bearded woman, were sisters. Wanted to leave the circus, thought their time had passed. The first, already old and tired of "bend" the back, the second, not "outspoken" or anywhere else, said feel tired too.
Both sisters were in love with the trainer, but do not want to face for that ungrateful and unrequited love. He just loved his boots, the whip and the bottle.
Time went by and the cavity of the circus to dent the morale of its members, not to mention their stomachs. The lack of money and resources, reflected in an empty cupboard and kitchen with clean dishes and unused since long ago. Starting
away, was not feasible, no fuel to move the trucks, or the strength to pick up the tent. Besides, what would solve leave the place?
animals began to sicken and die of hunger. What could be grief soon turned into an opportunity. The circus had got food.
Nothing was wasted, the meat for the stomach to cover skin and bones to make jewelry and sell it. Thus survived a long time, enough to forget the circus trade. Gone are those arts, were supplanted by others. No more lights and applause, or laughter or screams. No more children, no tricks, no drum roll. But at some point there? Have you ever really was a circus? Or it was always people waiting for a chance at least to eat?
The central tent was alone, empty seats and unsold ticket. So the days passed in this place where there was laughter and fun.
But what a circus could make a place so sad? Simple: The fakir did not have the "will" enough to lie on a bed of nails. The dwarf, addicted to cocaine, it "grows" every time I was facing the audience and began to insult them. The trapeze artist could not take off the feet of the floor, preferring to "go under the table." The magician could never remember where he had "hidden" objects disappearing (¿?). The clown thought that painting could be a skin cancer, rubber nose suffocation, polyester and satin dress urticaria, or the wig cause brain atrophy by not allowing ideas moving. To make matters worse, being around children, we generated an arrhythmia unbearable.
The contortionist and the bearded woman, were sisters. Wanted to leave the circus, thought their time had passed. The first, already old and tired of "bend" the back, the second, not "outspoken" or anywhere else, said feel tired too.
Both sisters were in love with the trainer, but do not want to face for that ungrateful and unrequited love. He just loved his boots, the whip and the bottle.
Time went by and the cavity of the circus to dent the morale of its members, not to mention their stomachs. The lack of money and resources, reflected in an empty cupboard and kitchen with clean dishes and unused since long ago. Starting
away, was not feasible, no fuel to move the trucks, or the strength to pick up the tent. Besides, what would solve leave the place?
animals began to sicken and die of hunger. What could be grief soon turned into an opportunity. The circus had got food.
Nothing was wasted, the meat for the stomach to cover skin and bones to make jewelry and sell it. Thus survived a long time, enough to forget the circus trade. Gone are those arts, were supplanted by others. No more lights and applause, or laughter or screams. No more children, no tricks, no drum roll. But at some point there? Have you ever really was a circus? Or it was always people waiting for a chance at least to eat?
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