O Quereres

Where you want a revolver, I am a coconut tree, where you want money, I am passion
Where you want rest, I am desire, and where I am just desire, you don't want
And where you want nothing, nothing is missing, and where you fly high, I am the ground
And where you step on the ground, my soul jumps, and gains freedom in the vastness

Where you want family, I am crazy, and where you want romantic, bourgeois
Where you want Leblon, I am Pernambuco, and where you want eunuch, stallion
And where you want yes and no, maybe, where you see, I don't see reason
Where you want the wolf, I am the brother, and where you want cowboy, I am Chinese

Ah, brute flower of desire, ah, brute flower, brute flower
Where you want the act, I am the spirit
and where you want tenderness, I am passion
Where you want the free decasyllable
and where you seek the angel, I am woman
Where you want pleasure, I am what hurts
and where you want torture, meekness
Where you want home, revolution
and where you want a bandit, I am the hero

I wanted to want you and love love
build the sweetest prison
And find the most just adequacy
all metric and rhyme and never pain
But life is real and biased
and see only what a trap love set for me

And I want you and you don't want me as I am
I don't want you and you don't want me as you are

Where you want a rally, video game
and where you want romance, rock'n'roll
Where you want the moon, I am the sun
where pure nature, the insecticide
And where you want mystery, I am the light

Where you want a corner, the whole world
Where you want Lent, February
and where you want a coconut tree, I am an artillery shell
The desires and always being ready
for what in me is so different from me
Makes me want you well, want you badly
well to you, bad to your desires like this
Infinitely personal
and I wanting to want you endlessly
And wanting to learn from you the total of desire
that exists and what doesn't exist in me