There will be some time that we will start from the streets around
with crazy people and mongrels
with robbers and hookers
because we are the Others
the Others is us
we will cross the metropolis
ours
colonized city
because this is the place of our desires
and we will never leave it
because we have left
our sorrow in the walls
our anger in the streets
our soul in a square
the laughter that will burry them
a strength forward
a hope from the past
the air of the metropolis
may be stifling us
but we will take some breath
deep breath
the air of the metropolis is stifling us
but we will not leave
and if needed
we will migrate in this same city
because we are strangers in the world of the authority
we are strangers when a stranger exists
and the city will keep changing
since it is potentially everything
while it follows the loops of our emigration
all the cities of the world will be living in it
in order to chase away the ghosts which are haunting it.
There will be some time that the bodies will be back. When there will not be any genders
since either there will be no genders
or there will be a lot of them
and we will take a revenge for the injustice we have experienced
and we are not going to be idols of ourselves
and we will have reclaimed the night
and we are not going to be here for satisfying anybody
and we will be choosing our sexuality
far from their conventional orgasms
and our image won’t be sieging us
and the mirrors won’t be ruling us
and we will be living our bodies
because they will be free anyway. Because our guilt is murderous
because they bite our traumata
because happiness is our revenge
the revenge will make us happy.
Even if we won’t keep these promises
we will look far further than what the others’ eyesight
because nobody promised anything to us
because we don’t have any future
and when there is no future, there is no sin
the place is here
the time is now
and we are what we do in order to change what we are
therefore, we talk in a future tense only for our enemies
among us, we are talking for the present
and we look back to our casualties, in a past tense
and it’s them, the only thing that we kept from the History
and the hate for the blood that was spilt
we will tear down the idols with that
we will melt the bells with that
we will close the museums with that
we will break the mirrors with that
this is why
we will create monuments with open tins
this is why
the strike of the old factory will be a bank holiday
this is why
everything that makes us bleed once, it makes us bleed forever. Because the hope, is the memory of the desire
and we do not forget.
There will be some time that we will rise above the barbed wires and our shortcomings
our uncertainty
our contradiction
our ambitions
our talents
above the failure of the defeat
the arrogance of the victory
our sad feelings
our remorse
the culture we have
the culture we create
the life that has been given to us
the life that we want to live. There will be some time that the time will have no meaning
because the time is not against us
even if the clocks turn the other way round
the time is waiting for us
to get back to the streets around
with crazy people and mongrels
with giants, dwarfs
to go out root and branch
more than the ones that can fit
stronger than we can
more handsome than we can imagine
more creative than our imagination
more destructive than our furor.
And we will be saying: The time is now
We will be saying: The time has come
And if it is late we won’t be tired waiting for it.
And if we fall, we won’t fall on our knees
and if we fall, we will stand up again.
Because, when we get our lives on our own hands
the death will have less power.





