My absurd gesture retrains the heart,
It beats like a language of foreign words;
My acts unite and entail a destination
To which I travel to release my pride.
Many accusations are afoot with such precision,
But where is the crime of a sauce and dinner?
My criminal friends eat and betray,
Clever signs accuse the familiar ones,
My criminal foes accost the different men.
My guns of the horizon are shooting,
Bringing a solid fortune, a solid fountain.
My absurd gestures are belonging to the heart,
My heart is believing slowly its pride.
The slow fires of the heart mount,
Like pride releasing its power.
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