THE REST OF THE WARRIOR
( © Patrícia Evans)
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Today I don’t want sex, drugs or rock’n roll.
I want your friendly shoulder’s peace
And your comfortable hands.
Today I don’t want to think.
Think for me.
Today I don’t even want to breathe.
Insert your lung in me through my throat
And let it breathe for two.
I don’t want to take medicines to sleep.
I want you to sing me a song and to tell me a story.
I won’t pay attention but you’ll still be singing.
Today I don’t want to take my clothes off
And I don’t want to wear my pajamas
I want to keep my shoes, May I?
And when I sleep in your arms
Take me to bed and lay me down there
Cover me with the thick bedspread
‘cause today there’s no heat.
Say “sleep with the angels”,
Kiss my smooth and cold forehead
And please
Stop my emptiness
Calling me daughter.
Today I don’t want sex, drugs or rock’n roll.
I want your friendly shoulder’s peace
And your comfortable hands.
Today I don’t want to think.
Think for me.
Today I don’t even want to breathe.
Insert your lung in me through my throat
And let it breathe for two.
I don’t want to take medicines to sleep.
I want you to sing me a song and to tell me a story.
I won’t pay attention but you’ll still be singing.
Today I don’t want to take my clothes off
And I don’t want to wear my pajamas
I want to keep my shoes, May I?
And when I sleep in your arms
Take me to bed and lay me down there
Cover me with the thick bedspread
‘cause today there’s no heat.
Say “sleep with the angels”,
Kiss my smooth and cold forehead
And please
Stop my emptiness
Calling me daughter.
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