I want to walk together, safe, planning to restructure the world, with too much confidence, and, as you say, not knowing our location in history
That one of them is hard, and I shout at him, abandoning the role of the sober mind, reassuring that among us is what allows me, finally, to explode
To tell a very long story, very personal, without warning that I tell the wrong listener
Not to be again, and forever, the most enthusiastic party
I do not find in every new house new fears, which I did not choose, and that I have to live with
I do not wish every day to destroy a speeding car, to rid me of the machinations that existed only in my imagination
To express my opinion with the enthusiasm of someone who thinks that his opinion will mean something
To open up to me a strange world when I read a book coincidence
To be a poem, and a hero with a novel
To discover a philosopher, convinced me, for a while, that he succeeded in actually interpreting the world
And to wonder after it, how ignorant of this foolish talk
I would not formulate my feelings as a joke for an intimate order that would refuse to openly declare itself
I am not driven by futility to rationalize ugliness, exploitation and arbitrariness
And not to be tolerant with a harshness directed at me
Do not stretch my hand to a hand that will withdraw calmly, and not freeze my face when I walk my hands on it
To read a very young poem, proudly, in our first meeting, in Microbus
And to hear your voice joy and bridges and heavy for the first time even more important to accept it
To tell me on our first date, a very vulgar joke, so I feel ashamed, in a strange exchange of roles
Do not explode a love bomb to each other, while we are about to cross the minefield of our friendship
And never be that bomb, love me
And not be my love, for another, abyss, trying hard to spin me around
I can not help anyone with his help
Do not tremble when I run your hands on the scars of my soul
And do not explain to me that I will always be beside you, as a polite attempt to keep affection in a dead relationship
And not to misinterpret your rejection of me, as an attempt to ease the rush, not to cut the road
And that I would lift up at the appropriate moments, without hindering me from my excessive reserve
That a woman would raise me as a boy in the sixteenth, and give me hope as a child, and speak loudly without being destroyed with every sentence
Do not become all that I love very far until my dreams become children's dreams, a fantasy meal oily for the reality of evil and fasting
And to withdraw when I almost fall, without my sense of responsibility to continue until I completely crushed
And to be grateful when I see a boy telling a very beautiful girl his love for her, because someone has to do
And to see something very beautiful, so that I feel that I will not miss anything when I die
Before my death, I want to write something very smart and beautiful
Not to evade death by trying immortality
Nor to pass the illusion of wisdom to the coming
But to defend what will become a past
We did not leave, for lack of intelligence or for lack of ability to absorb beauty
The game was unfair
We can only defeat them in the very long term
That our ghosts be more familiar and reassuring than their ruins
