Yes, I am a magician. You've seen it, that's how I've changed, I'm just going to do the old-fashioned rabbit-turning, what an old-fashioned magic trick, you have to say it. People are becoming less and less interested in watching magic shows. Seeing the crowd crazy about rock music, when I stepped forward, there were only two old people who were kind enough not to tell me their flaws.
Let's go, grab my bunny and my box, go to the basement, go to the bar or the coffee shop. Or go to a small country pub in Scotland in a small boat through the moo of cattle.
It was there that I met the little girl Alice. She thought magic was real and could conjure everything, and those little red shoes were the first magic I gave her. She secretly followed me back to the little theatre in Edinburgh.
There are a lot of people like me in the theater, and I like them even though we don't talk much. A clown who can speak ventriloquism, but he can only beg on the street in the end, and the little puppet that accompanies him is free of charge. Three acrobatic clowns who run every day trying to make themselves happy, and they're not bad at painting the walls. And the clown who tried to commit suicide. He was hungry for so many days, and bread was not always available. Even if we are different from others, we all want to live quietly, silently, and with dignity. Alice thought my magic could conjure all the bread.
In order to make the little girl Alice happy, flying like a little butterfly, I went to the department store to sell, wash the car... But you see, how badly I did, but fortunately I can maintain a girl's fantasy of magic. She grew up slowly, and love awakened her beauty. I figured it was time for me to go again, pulling up my suitcase and getting ready to hit the road.
After that, I got on the train by myself again, and I sometimes looked out the window at the flashing sky and a barren mountain. Where the road goes, I don't know. Alice found happiness, and the little rabbit released into the forest, didn't you see its companions coming out to play with it soon? And I know the road ahead is still mysterious, and there are no magicians. I can't become a mystery, but life is an almond. Count the almonds, count their bitterness, and count me too.
In the city, there were sold puppets and children crying softly, but no one moved. Seeing that night was coming, the lights went out little by little. I'm still sitting in the long car of destiny with no end. Except for getting old in loneliness, I believe that no one will know what will happen to me. I picked up the most precious thing, a picture, of my daughter, how she looked like Alice when she smiled. I miss her and I never get to hug her. Once, my magic made me think for a moment that I really found her.
Did you hear the story I'm about to tell? Although I have been silent.
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