the story has a long long time ago, before the outside world as we know, men shared his life with other living beings in their own right ages.
were times when the gods lost dominoes with the giants and elves were responsible for maintaining the balance of all things. The fairies were so auspicious messenger between the kingdoms of life and death, gnomes arbitrated on natural laws and sirens acted as guide in the vague boundaries of real and invented.
Nobody remembers how he beings with so little substance and so little knowledge as humans, were taking part and voice on issues and happenings that were far can handle. The fact is that the world, the days and the very existence, began to lose his memory, hair and reason, and magicians announced the end of time and the arrival of the Age of Man.
The inhabitants of the land was gradually gaining the texture of dreams and there were those who lived since then in odes, myths and legends in waiting for better times. Others hid forever in the depths of forests, oceans, tales and mountains, while the gods, and sickly, gave rise to religions.
say the most fearless creatures camouflaged in circuses, where they took jobs and identities that allowed them to remain return to live there lives in a world wandering inane, where nothing is what it seems or what it is.
Thus, the clowns, who once were confused with angels, dressed in bizarre clothes and hid their faces behind masks sad that made men laugh and mourn children. Legend has it that before entering the circus, the clowns were respected figures as guardians of the sublime knowledge that leads to happiness and that their mission was to seek spiritual awakening and lucidity in those individuals that they were assigned. Then took care not to laugh, but forgetful people remember how it was done to be happy.
Some say they still retain that knowledge and still keeping it safe secret maps of the invisible paths and trails that lead unequivocally uncertain happiness. A happiness that still seems what it is and that is still what it was. That's why they laugh. Or cry, which in this case ... the same thing.
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This tells the tale, and many more. But ... Bah! Who can still believe in stories in the Age of Man?
