not all the fault of Stephen King if a little 'I'm scared of clowns, he has only led to the paradox that should be a figure of fun, funny, superstitious. Nor is it the fault of Heinrich Böll and the shower of melancholy that I overthrew him. Maybe a little 'to William Shakespeare has put them to dig ditches or to that Jerry Lewis was making them laugh cry. Deep inside me uneasy, with their faces extreme form of Greek, but I draw like a little pain or danger controlled. I fear them because they are unpredictable, their comedy is total representation of the misfortunes of human nature. Certain act, but they do so using the public. A clown is someone who paints a mask on his face and then it is, is a caricature of a moment, but is also a bearer of truth, a kind of mirror. The clown, the clown, was hit hard to leave the laughter, but the shot must be precise because he was talking against. It was a little 'warrior, enemy of the courtier. The courtiers of today are also fools, but only because they are covered with ridicule. Maybe clowns are a man and a woman were released, wearing the mask, the Conventions, the morally, justified any excess lead mask provided. Are dying, removed from the streets and novels, placed in circuses are disappearing with all their reserves. Yet people have not changed, our little things are the same. Always a laugh to spray water from a fake flower, or a man who stumbles into their shoes trying to capture the attention of a graceful dancer. Maybe not laugh because we are disappearing.
picture: a clown balloon model in Corso Vittorio Emanuele.
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