For you, Franco.
Did you see that I finally did it?
And it pleases me a great deal, you know.
Here you are.
I leave my friends alone tonight
to be with you.
In my eyes, your body ignites
and that fire enters me.
Lying here on the bed brings back
that hunting instinct that always
throbs inside of us.
Without pity,
your breath gasps and intrudes.
How hot it is!
I thought you were defenseless and innocent,
but you are crazier than I,
upsetting my theories,
eliminating my adventures—
now I hear your yeses.
You and I will meet here again.
I have an idea—I will write you a fairy tale.
If you want it, pretend it is just between us—
if you want to be honest.
If you like, you can stay a little longer.
You can call a taxi too—
for you already know that I love my silences
and my freedom.
How do you do it—
to maintain a really true relationship?
You take and you leave,
you interrupt me with your papers, your projects—
but I just want your yeses—
I don’t care if you feel good.
My house is like a harbor
and I know how to love that way.
You and I will meet here again.
I have an idea—I will write you a fairy tale.
If you want it, pretend it is just between us—
if you want to be honest.
If you like, you can stay a little longer.
You can call a taxi too—
for you already know that I love my silences
and my freedom.
Love is freedom—
boredom is freedom.