EN – Text Translation.
Here we are.
When the puppet loses its mask
every identity falls with it.
It (the puppet) strips off her present, her past, and her future.
It no longer has eyes to see the faces of the spectators,
nor ears to hear laughter and applause.
It has no mouth to tell its deeds,
Its skin becomes transparent.
the organs appear vulnerable,
most of all (appear vulnerable ) its wooden heart and its fantasy.
It turns around and already fears the arrival of the night.
It goes off its little star as well
It falls asleep for a time long thousand centuries.
Nigel Lembo
