We use masks beforehand provided by destiny,
most of which have not depended of our choice.
Like characters on a movie set, we appear and walk
through scenario and plot made by unknown director,
again and again saying words contrary to our feelings.
Like people at a fancy dress ball, we continue dancing,
incapable of throwing off those horrible masks.
Sometimes, also, we act as puppets to lure children,
unable to frustrate the one who pulls the strings,
ending so undesirable one performance.
Few are capable to throw away the disguises
or dismantle the puppeteer’s manipulations,
showing their onw faces and their own feeligs.