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Years ago, in the dark streets of San Marino, a little girl was given to me.
My life returned to the state where colors had meaning. Again, I, indigo elephant, the jester, and the mouse-toothed, got lost in the colors with our little princess.
I recalled the joyful memories, where every moment was crazy and full of laughter.
I taught my daughter how to ride a horse with big dreams in mind, and every day I watched her perform acrobatic moves on the horse, shining among the colors.
And just like us, she saw beauty in this strange world. In a mysterious and colorful land… or maybe that's how I saw it!
The little girl always practiced hard for the big shows, while my friends and I spent our days without counting the time.
One day, the little girl asked me: "Why don't you ever practice for the shows? Isn't that why we live here?"
In the silence of my empty circus, sitting on the bleachers, I answered: "I practiced many days before you, since my childhood, with many wishes."
The little girl: "Then why don't you do it now?"
The mouse-toothed replied: "It doesn't matter if we practice or not; we are always ready for the show. It is our destiny."
At that moment, the little girl didn't understand the words of the mouse-toothed and me.
Several years later, when the little girl grew up, she became tired of practicing every day for a silly show and, one night, without telling us anything, she disappeared!
She had never seen outside the circus, but the further she went, the more she saw different things.
Here was the land of the little girl, the place she was meant to return to someday.
But she had no warm place to sleep!
I knew this would happen one day; that's why I took a balloon and went toward her in the darkness of the street, which was covered with the thick tent of night over the city.
I found her on a sidewalk: "A warm place here isn't free, you have to earn it!" and I gave her the balloon.
The little girl: "This is my world, there's still much more to understand, clown."
Months passed, and the little girl spent her nights in a tent, and during the day, she explored the world outside the circus.
On April 17th, with a suitcase in her hand, she discovered San Marino and suddenly saw a strange building across the street, rectangular in shape with a glass facade.
She hurried to run, but suddenly she stopped.
Cars on the street moved as fast as uncontrollable dragons, more terrifying than trapeze stunts...
Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a young man smiling at her.
With his help, she crossed the street and then said: "My God! This obstacle course is harder than trapeze and tightrope walking!"
The young man laughed at her words: "Living obstacles? You mean the cars?" After a brief pause, he asked, "Where are you going?"
The little girl: "To the rectangular glass building."
The young man looked at the hospital: "So, you're going there? Me too, then. Shall we have another show together?"
They headed toward the hospital.
The little girl followed him to a magical box that allowed people to rise up.
The young man, probably a doctor at the glass rectangle, was surprised by the little girl's actions when he saw her press the elevator buttons one by one and laugh.
The little girl: "Oh! This is an amazing trick! I can guess what will happen when it takes us to the fourth floor... The clown must see this!"
The doctor: "There's nothing amazing on the fourth floor! That's my office, where patients come."
The little girl looked at the world inch by inch with a different and strange perspective and asked the doctor: "What's your show here? What role do you play?"
The doctor replied: "I am a doctor, I treat patients here."
The little girl: "So you're officially a magician! Can you teach me how to do it? If you teach me... maybe when I return... the clown will see me the same way as before."
The doctor: "Who is the clown?"
The little girl: "Someone I was with before, my teacher."
The doctor, surprised, said: "You want to go back to your previous teacher? But I can make you a better person, because... it seems that man only taught you how to laugh, not how to live."
The little girl stared at the ground with dark eyes.
Around nightfall, the little girl, with her suitcase in hand, waited in front of the glass rectangle for the doctor. She had promised to be her new teacher.
For the last time, I wandered the dark streets of San Marino with the mouse-toothed, heading toward her.
I couldn't accept that I had lost my daughter.
From a distance, I stood next to the mouse-toothed and, with an empty mind and vanished words, I watched her leave.
Colors once again became invisible, and my smile faded.
The mouse-toothed said: "Humans really do make better clowns."
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