In The Frames Of Despair

I love this terrible world
And I rejoice in the beauties of this deformed and meaningless existence
A juggler dancing on a rope stretched over the abyss

I love this terrible world, and I rejoice in your beauty

The beauty of dance
The terror of the fall
The wind in the face
The abyss underfoot
The magic of movements
The fear of falling to pieces
The audacity to dance in an even higher place
The invitation to the final jump

And with the bravery of someone with open eyes
I understand that everything that exists expands in an infinitely elastic tension

That's why I dance under tension
An ator dancing on the rope
Beauty and lightness over the depth of the abyss
I love this bizarre and terrible world

Is so marvelous and splendid this bizarre world
And I ride in it dancing on this infinitely elastic rope over chaos