Rationale
A Poor man’s Happiness
Sadness has no end
Happiness does
Happiness is like a feather,
That the wind is blowing through the air,
Fly so light.
But he has a brief life.
Needs wind to go on and on.
The poor man's happiness seems
The Great Illusion of Carnaval
He waits all year
For a moment of dream
To make the fantasy
King or God
But will end on Wednesday.
He dreams of what he wants to be,
Because he has only one life
He thinks There is only one chance
To do what he wants.
Golden age in which he can create
And recreate life,
His own image and likeness
And dress in all colors
And try all the flavors
And surrender to all loves
Without prejudice or modesty.
There is only one age for him to be happy,
Only one time in the life of
A Poor man’s Happiness
Sadness has no end
Happiness does
Happiness is like a feather,
That the wind is blowing through the air,
Fly so light.
But he has a brief life.
Needs wind to go on and on.
The poor man's happiness seems
The Great Illusion of Carnaval
He waits all year
For a moment of dream
To make the fantasy
King or God
But will end on Wednesday.
He dreams of what he wants to be,
Because he has only one life
He thinks There is only one chance
To do what he wants.
Golden age in which he can create
And recreate life,
His own image and likeness
And dress in all colors
And try all the flavors
And surrender to all loves
Without prejudice or modesty.
There is only one age for him to be happy,
Only one time in the life of