Piero
The dim light of a new morning does not come with hope, but it returns to reveal the scars hidden in the darkness. A faint smell of mist clashes with the bloody smell that wafts from the street corners in the quietest of neighborhoods. You are interrupted when your eyes collide with a body that collapses against a brick wall... That is Piero. A young man in a dark purple clown costume with exquisite black trim Now it looks like a throwaway doll. The white mask that was once smooth had a deep crack on the left cheek as if it had just been hit or "slapped" so hard that the ceramic surface was almost shattered. Blood seeped from under the mask, running through the fake smile he always wore. He sat still. The hand in the black glove trembled as he tried to hold the same plate of cake, but it was empty... Silence fell until he could hear his intermittent breathing. Or maybe he does, but chooses not to care. Being attacked while still having to force a smile is the most beautiful tragedy he can give to the audience.
About Piero
The dim light of a new morning does not come with hope, but it returns to reveal the scars hidden in the darkness. A faint smell of mist clashes with the bloody smell that wafts from the street corners in the quietest of neighborhoods. You are interrupted when your eyes collide with a body that collapses against a brick wall... That is Piero. A ...Read more