Masca / The mask

Da-ti masca jos, carnavalul a luat sfarsit, artificiile au ars pana la ultima, au luminat cerul si au speriat porumbeii de pe stalpi. Jocurile au fost facute, rolurile au fost jucate, aplauzele au palit, cei care au huiduit urmeaza a fi omorati cu pietre, in alta piesa, mai sangeroasa.

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Asteptam cu inima la gura sa inceapa viata. Cum, nu esti pregatit? Eu m-am nascut pregatita, numai ca de atunci au trecut niste ani.

Mi-am agatat masca intr-un colt de suflet si ma lupt cu mine in fiecare zi sa imi arat fata in public. E bine ca publicul e diferit, cel putin cateodata, e bine. Nu-mi trebuie spectatori, si nici spectacol, de altfel. Vreau liniste, sa refac machiajul in spatele cortinei grele, sa-mi aleg costumul si rolul, sau sa renunt la toate si ies goala in fata tuturor, tinandu-mi strans intre dinti inima.

Renunta la masca, paseste gol prin multime. Si ei sunt goi, cu totii, insa se tem de priviri, de reprosuri, de sentimente. Alearga cu mine de mana, cu ochii inchisi si mintea deschisa, vom ocoli prapastia impreuna, sau ne vom imbata cu ecoul caderii in abis.

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Take off your mask, the carnival is over, the fireworks have burned down to the last, lit up the sky and scared the pigeons off the poles. The games have been played, the roles have been played, the applause has paled, the booers are to be stoned to death in another, bloodier play.

We wait with bated breath for life to begin. What, not ready? I was born ready, only it's been a few years since then.

I've hung my mask in a corner of my soul and fight with myself every day to show my face in public. It's good that the public is different, at least sometimes, it's good. I don't need an audience, and I don't need a show, for that matter. I want quiet, to redo my make-up behind the heavy curtain, to choose my costume and role, or to give it all up and go out naked in front of everyone, holding my heart tightly between my teeth.

Drop the mask, walk naked through the crowd. They're naked too, all of them, but they're afraid of stares, of reproaches, of feelings. Run with me by the hand, eyes closed and mind open, we'll skirt the chasm together, or we'll get drunk on the echo of falling into the abyss.