Excuse, excuse, I didn’t want to break your train of thought or interrupt your feelings… But I felt a need… A pain in my heart that I would tell you what I am going to tell you…
It is an Old Italian Story; forgive me to tell it
because it is true.
It is a story of a SAD CLOWN. He could be happy clown, but he is
sad because he cannot express himself the way he wants to. He has tried and
tried and tried, and no matter he does, he cannot show himself for what he is –
for what he REALLY is!
His name, forgive me, his name is CONDOMO. Poor Condomo, poor
Condomo… He feel controlled, constricted, and constrained - trapped in a man’s
body with no place to go!
He meet his friends… LARGO,
SKITRZO, INTEMMEZZO AND OVARIO… But when he meet Largo, Skirtzo and Ovario,
He always meet INTERMEZZO! And he
retreats in his shell; he is a very, very, sad, sad, clown.
He has been accused of being cold, insensitive, unfeeling,
that’s not what he feel inside, no, he does not have a psychological problem,
in fact he feel like VESUVIUS, MT. ETNA, POMPEII AND KRACOTOA – He want to ERUPT! But he is a prisoner and
he is the prison – stuck in his position covered with a skin he cannot move. I
cannot find a costume for him in polite society – I do not have to describe
him, we all know him.
But the sad part about Condomo, he has brothers… And his brothers
is a happy happy clown. Their name is FOAMO
and inserto. And when he meet
Largo, Skirtzo and Ovario, they never meet Intermezzo. But, they have LARDO, LARDO.
As much as Condomo is
sad, Foamo and Inserto is happy.
“Do you want to be? CONDOMO?”
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