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We shall remain invisible, for we travel light
  cjt | 25.09.2018

The Accident of Gesture - Rome

You were wrong
You let Hell in­vade you
And you let me go
Love wants to be both gentle and cruel
You were a fool
You should have known
And would you wear be­rets in your hair
For this bat­ta­lion of lo­vers?
And would you share this table
Set among the stones of your brothers?
I thought I had no wish to pro­tect you, to con­quer you
But now I have turned to you
So leave death and come to me
You will see, I will leave no scar on you

Yes, for you were meant to be with me
Here
For we are built, trained, con­di­ti­oned to di­sap­pear
We shall stay in the sha­dows
In the me­a­dows afire
As thi­eves for hire
And we shall re­main in­vi­sible, for we travel light
For we do not rush toward the light
And we dance if we can
With our eyes closed
All along the bor­ders
All along the road

And we shall make our mo­ve­ments lighter
Like the boys on the wire
To re­gain the joy and fi­er­ce­ness
Of the es­sen­tial man
Cool out here, be­side me
Cool out in the sands of Spain
Cool out and wash your­self in milk again

And now you shall moan and you shall weep
And you shall lo­athe the other cheek
My friend you can’t pre­tend to know life in every breath
To wound my pride, to envy death
You didn’t come up with this cure and rest as­sured
Your lon­gings never se­emed pure
And each time I will come
Each time I will be another
A sinner, a saint, your enemy, brother
I shall make you say please
I shall have you on your knees

Wir haben un­sere welt ver­loren
Was übrig bleibt sch­leppen wir jetzt in kof­fern
Durch halb Eu­ropa
An alle welt uns aus­ges­chenkt!
Vom leben un­be­siegt
Was uns eint ist der ver­zicht!

You were meant to be with me
Here
For we are built, trained, con­di­ti­oned to di­sap­pear
We shall stay in the sha­dows
In the me­a­dows afire
As thi­eves for hire
And we shall re­main in­vi­sible, for we travel light
For we do not rush toward the light
And we dance if we can
With our eyes closed
All along the bor­ders
All along the road

And we shall make our mo­ve­ments lighter
Like the boys on the wire
We shall make our mo­ve­ments lighter

– Rome, The Ac­ci­dents of Ges­ture
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