For all of these days where my body fills itself with rhymes

I have so much to spit

I look at this planet and the disorder is not sublime

When it is programmed

I will not give up because I am invaded by this fresco

It impedes me to dream

At any price, it will be essential that “ I fight therefore I am ”

Remains our truth.

If silence is gold and sufferings are mute

Where will we go to yell?

I will not take all the evil of this system on my shoulders

Like a neurotic patient.

 

I hate nostalgia, not struggle memories

Thinking of present time in order to prepare the downfall

I am as old as these verses but they don’t testify

Of “ it was better before ”, of regret of a faith

Youth is a myth that you lock up in a drawer

A recurrent thrill

A convenient construction, and who clears ourselves in a mirror

Once back into line

My eyes look at the world and nothing calmed me

Is it so surprising?

I won’t give my share of this right to think

Counter current

 

I cross the smoking ruins of doctrine

The all-merchant empire hurls us into the abyss

Its embers are still warm, the brains irradiated

Guaranteed dopamine bills come out from the cash machine

I navigate by instinct between rage and empathy

Almost mechanically

On a wall in rue de Seine “ Never work ”

Is constantly following me

I know the logic, it won’t destroy me

It tried to however

I use theory as my critique compass

Don’t get broken by the winds

 

I don’t run after my past intuitions

They are part of me, and never left me

I will end with them because with reality

Every day validates what I feared so much

I will never give up, whatever the cost, I will face, without the shade of a doubt

Nothing heroic, just an ethic… an ethic

 

For all these days where my body paid the tithe

I have so much to catch again

I look at this planet and at the nature being decimated

Unbridled anthropocene

I will not give up because I live in this fresco

I did not decide

At any price, we will need to unite our strengths

In order to withdraw ourselves from the tangle

If words bash and truth offends

Why should we remain mute?

I will not keep for myself the words of this violence

Which is inflicted to us.

Traduction Fred Alpi

Back