What I miss the most not being a child, is its exuberance.
The easy tears and laughter, to jump up in the air for no
reason at all other that it gave a dizzying sensation.
I loved to go to circus, laughed uproar sly at the clown
and admired the lion tamer with his whip.
These days a clown’s mask is an unfolding tragedy and
animals should be free to survive or die in the wild.
But I still hanker for the days of innocence which is so
utterly lacking in morality. Now I seek refuge behind
irony a place where to hide my tears and hilarity.
