Lembrete...

I am a tree.
Fallen apart.
Waitin' for a gardener
to take care of me
Summer, winter, spring...
No, I'm a tree.
My roots got cold now.
Snow on it.
Oh, come to me, sun.
Rise, tree, rise.
I'm looking for a gardener.
I think I've found the gardener.
She's over there, in that corner.
In the grass.
I still can see...
But I must wait.
The gardener ain't ready to feed my roots.
Our roots.
I am a tree, hell! I can wait.
I've been waiting all my life...
How can't a tree be patient?
Ah, I still have to learn.
Hey gardener, I'm here.
I won't go anywhere.
I'm a tree anyway.
Come...whenever you want.
Feel free to see this tree.
Dawn in my roots now.
I feel hope.
The gardener will come.
I just need...to....

Rise, tree, rise!


Le Clown De Théâtre



''Buck up - never say die. We'll get along!'' - Charles Chaplin