"I too must keep moving forward
without stopping for a moment
I must keep moving forward
and work, work, work
and keep on working, working, working
and never stop. And never stop and never stop
and have inside the sense
that you are no longer alive
and struggle so much
to meet with an old friend
and not know what to say.
Understanding that I no longer have time
for laughter and tears
to know it and not have the strength
to start again.
It's not that I lack the desire
or that I lack the courage
it's just that I'm now inside
the machinery.
I remember those discussions
full of passion
from when we stayed late
inside a tavern.
Love, art, consciousness
the revolution
sure that we would find the strength
to go away.
It's not that I lack the desire
or that I lack the courage
it's just that I'm now inside
the machinery.
The machinery.
This machinery so absurd and complicated
so perfect and overwhelming.
This machinery made of mysterious wheels
so ruthless and punishing.
This machinery like a monster always in motion
that grinds things down, that grinds people down
yes, I too must keep moving forward,
without stopping for a moment
I must keep moving forward
and work, work, work
and keep on working, working, working
and never stop!
And never stop
and never stop
and return home
silent and tired
with nothing inside
just the hint of a smile
without conviction.
The usual caress to the son
who comes towards you
eating and then watching the movie
on television.
It's not that I lack the desire
or that I lack the courage
it's just that I'm now inside
the machinery…"
