The difference
The one that disturbs
A preference, a state of mind
A circumstance
A body to body
Disagree
With people who think too well
Morals first
Their skin will never be surprised by the differences
They look alike, they touch
Like these two men who dance
Without ever speaking
Without ever shouting
They love each other in silence
Without ever lying or turning around
They trust each other
If you only knew how much they don't care
Our 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 normally say
About this child
So absent
From this blood sickness that runs
And kills so freely
Their eyes will never stray from neglect
They recognize each other, tame each other
Like these two women who dance
Without ever speaking
Without ever shouting
They love each other in silence
Without ever lying or turning around
They trust each other
If you knew how much they don't care
About our insults
They prefer love, especially true one
To our whispers
From Verlaine to Rimbaud
When you think about it
We tolerate the exceptional difference
The difference
When you think about it
But what a difference