Les Protégés – Fragments of Hope and Despair

„Deceived“

They carry no name, only the weight of the part they were never asked to play. But all are caught in the same script – one written long before they entered the stage.

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We Don’t Move (We Tremble)

 

[Intro] (whispered)

No signal.

No sound.

Just pulse.

Just ground.

 

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[Verse 1]

 

I lean like a shadow, half-aware,

A name forgotten in the air.

No one told me how to feel —

I just learned not to kneel.

 

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[Pre-Chorus]

 

My silence rings like iron weight,

Each echo knows it’s far too late.

 

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[Chorus]

 

🎵 I don’t move — I tremble slow,

In the rhythm no one knows.

I don’t speak — I resonate,

In a time that comes too late.

(Repeat last line: In a time that comes too late.)

 

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[Verse 2]

 

I laugh in code, I sleep in doubt,

The things I keep don’t make it out.

I move like static in the air,

Not quite gone — but never there.

 

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[Pre-Chorus]

 

No beat, no light, no measured grace,

Still I shift inside this space.

 

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[Chorus]

 

🎵 I don’t move — I tremble slow,

In the rhythm no one knows.

I don’t speak — I resonate,

In a time that comes too late.

 

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[Break – Classical Interlude] (spoken over string quartet)

“She stays behind – not where one once was – but where one can no longer be.”

 

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[Final Chorus]

 

🎵 I don’t break — I shift, I bend,

I am the start disguised as end.

I don’t cry — I calibrate,

In a time that comes too late.

(Repeat softly: In a time that comes too late.)

 

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[Outro] (whispered echo)

I tremble.

I hum.

I stay.

I become.

 

 

 

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@joerg alexander / Berlin 20.07.2025 

 

"Fragments of Hope and Despair."

Inspired by William Shakespeare

They sit in rooms lit by the future, dressed in light and shadow. They have not spoken, but the play has already begun. Each look is a line, each silence a pause in the plot. They do not know their roles – yet the world does.

 

Ophelia

„Ich dachte, der Himmel habe eine Stimme, aber er hatte nur Farben.“

 

Juliet

„Sie nannten es Liebe, dabei war es bloß ein Licht, das zu früh aufging.“

 

Lady Macbeth

„Entfernt den Fleck, den niemand sieht.“

 

Cordelia

„Ich habe nichts gesagt – und genau das war zu viel.“

Imogen

„Ich habe mein Herz nicht verloren – ich habe es versteckt.“

Tamora

„Sie wollten eine Königin – und machten mich zur Feindin.“

Titania

„Ich träumte, ich sei wach – und war wacher als je zuvor.“

Cleopatra

„Sie nennen mich schön, wenn ich gefährlich bin – und gefährlich, wenn ich mich nicht verstecke.“

Beatrice

„Ich habe gelernt, mit dem Mund zu kämpfen – weil das Herz zu oft allein blieb.“

Emilia

„Ich sehe, was du nicht sagen willst.“

Isabella

„Meine Stimme gehört mir – auch wenn ich sie nicht benutze.“

Portia

„Ich kann schweigen, wenn die Welt spricht – und hören, was niemand sagt.“

Viola

„Ich habe mich verkleidet, damit ich nicht gefunden werde – und wurde gesehen.“

Helena

„Ich folgte dir nicht, um dich zu finden – sondern um nicht verloren zu gehen.“

 

Miranda

„Alles, was ich sehe, ist neu – und doch kommt mir nichts fremd vor.“

Juliet (II)

„Wenn du nicht bleibst, werde ich dich nicht bitten.“

Goneril

„Ich habe geliebt, was ich bekam – und wurde gehasst, weil ich nahm.“

Cressida

„Sie gaben mir den Ruf – bevor ich überhaupt sprach.“

Desdemona

„Ich habe nicht geantwortet – weil ich nicht gefragt wurde.“

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