Let's have a Chardonnay tonight
Don't take everything for granted
my indecision is just a cloud moving fast
when the dawn raises up I will be ready
it takes me years to understand
and now I won't step back
I'm going to divide at last, I choose to fly
I won't listen to this empty noise
I'm going to make you mine
there are so many me, so many you
and male seahorses become pregnant
Please no, don't tell me you're tired
I want to get high, I need to get confused
if I lose control I'll forget my mind
let's have a Chardonnay tonight
Somewhere we can't walk alone in the street
hungry animals are hunting around
somewhere we are eaten for nothing
smelly beds watching obscene faces
and the kids play out of sight
I should write pain on my left knee
over the scars, over the insensitive skin
they say broken bones concentrate weaknesses
I'll let you turn me on this time
and I won't dream that I'm hampered to run
Oh please, don't tell me you're tired
I want to get high, I need to get confused
if I lose control I'll forget my mind
let's have a Chardonnay tonight
There are natives in Africa
whose women teach the youngest masturbation
to better satisfy their men as wives
if you know your pleasure, you give pleasure
and my mother never asked me when I started fucking
We smoked pot together and we had sex on the carpet
I was looking at those trees outside the wide windows
I felt as I was moving as they did, with the wind
then we ate Indian food next to the river port
and the music took me to exotic places
Please, don't tell me you're tired
I want to get high, I need to get confused
if I lose control I'll forget my mind
let's have a Chardonnay tonight
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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