Explanation
I’ll stand here in the middle of the square and I’ll yell.
I’ll reveal in front of your eyes things
that supposedly you don’t know
I’ll unfold in front of your faces the horror
that you pretend you don’t know and
you call it slander, sick imagination or melodrama.
You don’t understand, eh?
Don’t you smell it?
Yet, irrelevant of how your subordinates cover it
with aromas, irrelevant of how the space echoes
the voice, irrelevant of how I too mix things
something will finally
reach the end.
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