I want to see you again for the first time

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