We were freaks -- lobster-claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities juggling depression and loneliness, playing solitaire, spin the bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal, but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope.
Eramos monstros rapaces con pinzas de lumbrigante e mulleres barbudas, rarezas facendo malabares coa depresión e a soidade, xogando a soas, xirando a botella, intentando bicar as partes feridas de si mesmos e curarse, pero pola noite, mentres os demais durmían, seguiamos a camiñar pola corda bamba.