The difference
The one that bothers
A preference, a mood, a circumstance
Two bodies close to each other
Disagreeing
With those who think too much, morals over everything else
Their skin will never marvel at the differences
They look alike
Touch, like those two dancing men
Without ever speaking
Without ever screaming
They love each other in silence
Without ever lying or turning back
They trust each other
If only you knew how much they don't care about those insults
They prefer love, especially true love
To our whispers
They often talk
Of other people
Who love each other so much
Who love each other, as we say, "normally"
Of this child
So absent
Of this blood disease that runs
And kills so freely
Their eyes will never stray by carelessness
They recognize each other, tame each other
Like these two dancing women
From Verlaine to Rimbaud, when you think about it
We tolerate exceptional difference
The difference The one that bothers A preference, a mood, a circumstance Two bodies close to each other Disagreeing With those who think too much, morals over everything else Their skin will never marvel at the differences They look alike Touch, like those two dancing men Without ever speaking Without ever screaming They love each other in silence Without ever lying or turning back They trust each other If only you knew how much they don't care about those insults They prefer love, especially true love To our whispers They often talk Of other people Who love each other so much Who love each other, as we say, "normally" Of this child So absent Of this blood disease that runs And kills so freely Their eyes will never stray by carelessness They recognize each other, tame each other Like these two dancing women From Verlaine to Rimbaud, when you think about it We tolerate exceptional difference