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Face a la mer j'aurai du grandir
Face contre terre j'aurai pu mourir
(Calogero, "Face a la mer ")
I’m facing the sea,
And my back is forever broken.
Anchor chains are crawling
Outside from my aching chest,
And my loneliness dangles from them,
A somber token,
At the crossroads of seven roads
Bringing East face to face with West.
The land sees my back –
And it’s naked, and it’s defenseless;
Something sprouts from it,
Breaking my skin apart –
Is it flowers or wings? I don’t know;
But the pain is endless
At the crossroads of seven roads,
Where all other roads start.
I’m like on a cross,
Arms spread out, and the stones are jagged
That are pressing into the bones
Of my tired knees.
And no prayer can save me from this;
I am worn and ragged
At the crossroads of seven roads,
Where decay permeates the breeze.
I’m a wounded beast,
There’s nothing I can believe in;
I was caught, I was tortured;
My death is long overdue…
I can only be thankful,
as long as I am still breathing,
That the crossroads of seven roads
Is a place that is not
For you.
07/10/17