Oh, mercenaries of the Republic,
you are counterfeit (liars), you are inhuman,
you bear the guilt of hunger and the plague,
you bear the guilt of ignorance,
and you bear the guilt of death!
Mercenaries of the Republic,
you speak, and you declaim, and you squander
upon bloated campaigns
to buy the sanction of the masses
whom you so coldly deceive…
Mercenaries of the Republic,
you do not feel the wretched child,
you do not trace the furrows of the pensioner,
you hold no regard for any soul!
— they are but guardians of their own gain —
Oh, mercenaries of the Republic,
who look on from your ease, and your luxury,
your gluttony, your rest, and your contempt,
at the slaughter of the soldiers who fight
(for nothing) at your command: (for nothing)!
Spurning the ruined and the pestilent
who pay you with their very lives
(for nothing, for each) within the bureaus!
— you are mercenaries —
Mercenaries of the Republic,
you are malignant mercenaries!
you are perverted mercenaries!
you are filthy mercenaries!
— you are mercenaries! —
Pietro Nardella Dellova. in NO PEITO HÁ UMA PORTA QUE SE ABRE. Editora L&S, 1990, p. 31
הו שכירי החרב של הרפובליקה
אתם מזויפים שקרנים אתם תתי אדם
אתם אשמים ברעב ובמגיפה
ואתם אשמים בבורות
ואתם אשמים במוות
שכירי החרב של הרפובליקה
אתם מדברים ונואמים ומבזבזים
בקמפיינים המנופחים שלכם
כדי לקנות את תמיכת ההמונים
שאתם מרמים בדם קר
שכירי החרב של הרפובליקה
אתם לא מרגישים את הילד העני
אתם לא רואים את הקמטים של הפנסיונר
אתם לא רואים אף אחד ממטר
הם רק מגנים על האינטרסים של עצמם
הו שכירי החרב של הרפובליקה
שיושבים לכם בנוח בליגה אחרת
בשפע ברוגע ובאדישות
ומביטים במותם של החיילים שנלחמים
על כלום בשביל הגחמות שלכם על כלום
בזים לאומללים ולנגועים
שמשלמים לכם בחייהם שלהם
על כלום על כל אחד ואחד בתוך הלשכות
אתם שכירי חרב
שכירי החרב של הרפובליקה
אתם שכירי חרב מרושעים
אתם שכירי חרב מעוותים
אתם שכירי חרב מלוכלכים
אתם שכירי חרב
In the world I imagine – and stand for, nobody gets executed for using drugs, hell, not even locked up! Nobody gets burned or stoned for being gay, lesbian, lover, transvestite, man, woman, black, white, atheist, communist, anarchist, Jew, Catholic, Evangelical, Agnostic, Buddhist, Umbandista, Candomblecista. Nobody is shot, electrocuted, sawed, quartered, hanged, crucified, lynched. Nobody is an owner or a beneficiary (not even the State!), but everyone is a user, an inhabitant, in equal measure and proportion. Nobody turns a profit off another human being, but everyone cooperates, produces, consumes, parties, sings, dances, celebrates. In the world I imagine nobody pays tribute to any entity, religious or administrative. Nobody is condemned for worshiping their gods and keeping their sacred books, but, then again, nobody is condemned for blaspheming against the gods or ripping up sacred texts. In the world I imagine there are conflicts, plenty of them, but nobody settles them in courthouses before “Authorities” who don’t know the first thing about the reality of the Villages and Towns, before “Authorities” carrying “handbooks” and codified, uniform “rulings” for everybody, because there is no everybody, there are individuals! Nor, by any means, do they settle their conflicts before distant tribunals or in those courts locked away, out of reach, in Capital cities (there aren’t even Capitals in the world I imagine): conflicts are settled right in the Village, in the Town, with everyone sharing a spot around the table, with coffee and bread laid out for anyone there. In the world I imagine there is no Authority; there is Solidarity! There is no Power, any Power, not even symbolic! Nobody studies to serve the Market, yet there is a Market, a People’s Market; one studies for – and through – Knowledge, Emancipation, and Individual and Human Growth. In the world I imagine there is no Stock Market, no Banks, no anonymous Shareholders. Nobody has official tax numbers – they have a Name. Nobody is discriminated against for wearing (or not wearing) long hair (natural or dyed), being bald or wearing wigs, growing a beard, a mustache, or shaving it all off, wearing makeup, piercings, tattoos, pants, dresses, bras, flip-flops, shoes, boots, shirts, ties. Nobody is humiliated for being heavier or thinner, for being a child, young, or old. In the world I imagine there is no divide between manual or intellectual labor, rural or urban, between carrying a hoe or a book, between scrubbing toilets or writing on a blackboard, between seed-planters and singers of love’s refrains. No woman is prosecuted or condemned for having an abortion. Nobody is pried into and slandered for being separated, divorced, for eating meat or veggies, for drinking coffee or cognac. No man bosses a woman around, in fact, no man and no woman boss anyone around. There are no military police – nor paragraphs! No flag-bearers, no rifle-toting guards! No zoos! In the world I imagine, Love is Free, totally and absolutely Free. There is no Fidelity, no Morality, but there is Ethics!
This woman without veil or tunic more lubricious mouth, is everything and mad, heaven, hell: unique, before whom I leave the world, commas and periods, thus, without brakes, senz’Eden and dazed in the dive of a free, libertarian phrase without end at the bottom of her humid world
From her shameless blue face kiss kiss of flesh and red taste kisses kiss flesh black-red taste in full pleasure plurified and without fear pleasure of free music without pleasure-score pleasure of pleasure-rupture of dance in pleasure body glued together full human pleasure advances
Feet legs arms navel garden flower face lips breasts navel garden flower pleasure of integral pleasure of human pleasure!
א
Amore mio, vieni a letto!
Facciamo l’amore per tutto questo giorno, nudi (e denudati) in godimenti plurali, sfaccettati di piena liberazione!
ב
Vieni, amore!
Quando ci stancheremo del letto, faremo l’amore sul sofà, sul tavolo della cucina, nel corridoio, sul pavimento del soggiorno.
ג
Vieni, amore! Apriremo le nostre pupille e i nostri pori, benediremo le nostre labbra con i nostri stessi corpi, libereremo i nostri fuochi e, in ruggiti, voleremo alle altezze e, senza tregua, sprofonderemo, intimi, nei nostri corpi e nelle nostre anime!
ד
Là fuori, oggi, amore mio, per strada, ci son solo tifoserie organizzate da anencefali, e ci son tifosi drogati che portano le loro bandiere e i loro bastoni, e ci son repressori, e ci son repressi, e ci son distruttori dell’Educazione, e ci son osmotici, e ci son ripetitori di PowerPoint, e ci son omofobi, e ci son islamofobi, e ci son banchieri, e ci son antisemiti, e ci son fascistoidi, e ci son nazisti, e ci son pregiudiziosi, e ci son gli sterminatori, e ci son i militaristi, e ci son maschilisti, e ci son psicotici, e ci son bipolari, e ci son picchiatori di donne, e ci son autoritari, e ci son golpisti, e ci son ignoranti, e ci son razzisti, e ci son dipendenti dalle telenovele, e ci son schiavi dei media, e ci son risentiti, e ci son vendicativi, e ci son antidemocratici, e ci son quelli che odiano, e ci son egoisti, e ci son pecore, e ci son curiosi, e ci son assolutamente incapaci, e ci son baciapile, e ci son ladri di mense scolastiche, e ci son speculatori, e ci son usurai, e ci son ladri di decime, e ci son schiavisti, e ci son ladri di anime e c’è, per disgrazia, la massa asessuata e acritica, trascinata e centrifugata dai suoi padroni! Là fuori, oggi, amore mio, c’è solo una vasca biologica e pupazzi che marciano!
ה
Vieni, amore, vieni a letto!
ו
Vieni, amore, vieni oggi.
ז
La politica, amore mio, la lasceremo a dopodomani, quando si riuniranno soltanto i ribelli, coscienti e libertari.
א
My love, come to bed!
Let’s make love all through this day, naked (and stripped bare) in plural, multifaceted pleasures and full liberation!
ב
Come, love!
When we tire of the bed, we’ll love on the couch, on the kitchen table, in the hallway, on the living room floor.
ג
Come, love! We shall open wide our pupils and our pores, we shall bless our lips with our own bodies, we shall unleash our fires and, in roars, we shall fly to the heights and, without truce, we shall plunge deep into our bodies and souls!
ד
Out there, today, my love, on the street, there’s only organized crowds of the brainless, there’s drugged fans carrying their banners and their clubs, there’s oppressors, there’s the oppressed, there’s destroyers of Education, there’s osmotics, there’s PowerPoint repeaters, there’s homophobes, there’s islamophobes, there’s bankers, there’s anti-Semites, there’s fascistoids, there’s nazis, there’s the prejudiced, there’s the exterminators, there’s militarists, there’s chauvinists, there’s psychotics, there’s bipolars, there’s women-beaters, there’s authoritarians, there’s coup-mongers, there’s the ignorant, there’s racists, there’s telenovela addicts, there’s media slaves, there’s the resentful, there’s the vengeful, there’s anti-democrats, there’s those who hate, there’s the selfish, there’s sheep, there’s the curious, there’s the utterly incapable, there’s sanctimonious ones, there’s school-meal thieves, there’s speculators, there’s loan sharks, there’s tithe-robbers, there’s slave-drivers, there’s thieves of souls and there is, disgracefully, the sexless, mindless mass, dragged and centrifuged by their masters! Out there, today, my love, there is only a single cesspool and puppets marching!
ה
Come, love, come to bed!
ו
Come, love, come today.
ז
Politics, my love, we shall leave for the day after tomorrow, when only the rebels, conscious and libertarian, gather.
