Sonnet Of Nero And Nietzsche Poem by Alexandro Johns

'A life without sense will come when I die'
Exclaimed Nero, with today's words.
'God has died in my bed, Nietzsche said,
And we must get up for living our solitude'.

If history is a kingdom of pain and comedy,
Everything is allowed, with actors and spectators
That repeat without blame scenes of death and love
While they go up and down in the same stage.

Then, the faces of my performances
It fit into the mirror opened to many questions.
For a moment, I am all the men.

My routine is the city of joy or sadness
As like I get with my meager power.
I compare myself in lives of everybody and I sigh.