When the laughing
clown wept Inside vibrated of joy. In the silence of the night, ripped his fantasy. Without power speak
was sad And if put to cry to remember who needs to survive play. The mess can not stop, it is necessary to continue and the
clown in a large space Alegre again will try to hurt anyone If. With his face painted with vibrant color and the cheerful clown with the soul wound forget the sorrows looking in nature do People smile. And live the clown! With his antics, now without jobs Perambula the sidewalks ... Author: John Gomes Cavalcante