In the silent room

In the silent room, the criminal is locked up, his smile, his sly bow, torn and worn. Behind the bar hides his soul, a wounded child, trying to be free. Window, dark eyes, looking at the outside world, laughter and tears dancing in the wind.

The funny one, the bewildered one, the one whose heart is broken, painted a broken dream on the wall of his destiny. Who sees beyond the red nose and the strong smile? Who will hear the sound that enters the air? The clown, a poem without words, a poem without notes, tears of ink in this sad book.

Thus, in the prison of creation, he becomes a mysterious mystery, unsolved. His laughter, his lightning, his soul, white, waiting for someone to express their painful fear. In the window, witnessing his inner psyche, reflects both sadness and hope in its mirror.

A joker, caught between laughter and tears, seeks freedom behind the barriers of his evil. Perhaps one day the window will open, and the spirit of the young will fly towards the starry sky.