Como un Fragmento que Cae…

Hoy en la universidad, Alicia no me dió uno, sino dos enrollados de arroz.

También me presentó a su gato Tomate.

Gloria y yo nos divertimos tiradas en la grama.

Luego fuimos a pasear un ratito.

I always end up like a sad clown. Alone, laughed at and with tears smearing my colorful, clowny paint.

I am a sad, lonely clown. Of course I can be funny! Of course I can make you laugh! Just look at me walk on by. When the laughs are over you will go because you can…I am alone. I know what I am meant to be. I am not a beauty, I am an act; I’m not real, I am just but a caricature.

I am so small, you all can see…the smeared paint in my face makes my act livelier. Cheer for me! Laugh out loud! Say you love me while the show is still up! I know you are all going away when my happiness is gone. I know that of your cheers and laughter there will be none inside of me. I know that you will go on home and forget the clown that made you laugh. You will not come back. I know it well.

I will take my place. I know I was born with an entertainer’s voice; I know this is my destiny, to be alone and cause of laughter for a while. When I am too old to be funny, I will crawl back to my small corner, and with my mirror I will be my own sad clown all through the winter. You will never come back.