Civilized Passion!
I don’t want a civilized passion,
I don’t want to eat an apple a day,
I don’t want barbecues on weekends,
nor to elbow people every day.
I don’t want to drive back from dinners
Talking bad about our friends,
I don’t want to save for tomorrow,
Nor for college in a future far away.
I don’t want to get home and have an answer
When you say “so, how was your day”
I don’t want to do numbers in the kitchen,
Nor Sundays to have to eat away.
I don’t want coffee in the morning,
I don’t want to answer questions,
Nor have you not respect my silence
When my gaze is lost in space.
I don’t want a greenhouse kind of love,
I don’t want to live where I don’t want to,
I don’t want to own a car,
But walk everywhere everyday.
I don’t want to think in the future,
But live in the today.
I don’t want to have a credit card,
Nor marry a bank and have to stay.
I don’t want a decaf way of dreaming,
I don’t want TVs on at night,
I don’t want to have to do the shopping,
Nor anybody bespoke tailoring my days.
I don’t want to know where I’m going when I travel,
I don’t want to have to count my days,
I don’t want to have to do my suitcases,
Nor when leaving have to do them yet again.
I don’t want birds locked up in cages,
I don’t want to take my shoes off to board a plane,
I don’t want to have to hide my emails,
Nor lock my computer when going away.
I don’t want to have another passion,
Than what I do, all the time everyday.
I don’t want to know about wine tasting,
Nor have sex to get it just out of the way.
I don’t want to do things in any other way.
Let me kill myself with you if your love kills me,
Let me die with you if my love makes you die.
There are loves that kill,
But the love that kills never dies.
Love, when it doesn’t kill you dies,
If you die I’ll kill you,
I don’t want it in any other way.
Love lives not in the future,
but in the dreams dreamt today while we’re awake…
Francisco Gordillo – Seville – Sept 2010
