Bye-bye,
old trusty map,
ciao ciao!
You won't show the way
to heaven.
You are a useless piece
of paper. Just like everything here,
but painfully, honestly,
wildly, revolt - the only right,
revolt - a blow to the temple,
revolt - and the devil laughs.
(Nowhere, except in your head,
does he laugh),
and someone dances, and someone, dancing,
will interrupt,
to mark
a new destination,
the map, on your body.
We dragged ourselves forward.
Gasping, dreaming, sweating,
only to find out
that you know nothing,
just like us.
Bye-bye, old map,
so long,
adiós, auf Wiedersehen,
I thought you were with us -
and felt like in the company of friends,
believed you would find the way,
scatter the shadows,
and lead us out of the darkness.
But there is no darkness.
In fact, there is no darkness.
We are foolish and mute,
like abandoned hills. We are lost in a world
without light and without roads.
And I will draw
a new map on the soles of my boots.
Someone dances only to
interrupt.
But we won't be them, right?
Right?
Gracias.
December 27, 2019