The Phantom of the Opera – Masquerade

Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade!
Look around –
there’s another
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up,
till you’ve drowned
in the light . . .
in the sound . . .

Cat de bine reflecta realitatea aceste versuri…Mergand pe strada, in miezul zilei, ma simt cuprinsa in vartejul unui carnaval,  ma simt un spectator ce asista la o parada de prost gust, unde fiecare isi asuma un rol predefinit, sau chiar prea bine definit…iata, in lumina reflectoarelor, doamnele si domnii mei, va prezint actorii unei vesnice tragi-comedii,  instigatorii  unui  amalgam de zambete false, trend-setter-ii unor culori mult prea tipatoare pentru mintile lor sterse,  “inaltimile lor” ce doar cu o privire te zdrobesc…in imaginatia lor, in lumea lor…fug de ei…ma urmaresc…ametesc…aiurez…ajung sa aberez…plutesc…rad…plang…dar ce conteaza? Doar e carnaval, nu e imposibil sa rad si sa plang in acelasi timp…dar am uitat…fara masca nu pot lua parte la mascarada…fara masca raman in anonimitate, raman aceeasi Cenusareasa ce mereu e prea plina de funingine…pentru o lume prea plina de sclipiri false….

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