PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
Life is a continuous theatre,
A changing stage, without cease,
Four seasons, each one a destiny,
With senses that make us dream.
Humour, which is a subtle art,
Differs from the act on stage,
Brings lightness to the senile day,
And eases the pain that poisons.
On stage, laughter is a cure,
For those present who feel lost,
And even in the harshest sadness,
Humour cheers the offended.
Each season brings its plot,
In the eternal cycle of existence,
But laughter, in all its charm,
Is the soul that overcomes resistance.