Hakim Bey [English translation]

I'm complaining about all the bans.

Dear Lord, if you tie up my tongue, it never stops.

Let the gendarme and policeman come from the office.

Alas! My thoughts are refugees. They hold high jinks.

Sometimes I raze myself to the ground

Sometimes my shah turns around the age

Even if they make laws again and again

Expressions fade, writing remains in both worlds, alas!

If you keep silent, no way. If your don't, no way.

If the tongue stops dear Lord, heart in the body doesn't.

If you write, no way. If you don't, no way.

Don't take measures for writing. It never keeps still.