Utopías

She says she loves me even though she doesn't want me to be the only man sleeping in her bed.
And I swallow the immense pain
of not being exclusive in her soul.
When I hold her hand on the street
I don't care if she talks about Bosnia or East Timor
or if she's a terrorist
and insists on speaking to me in her native language.

Oh, love, love, I have already learned
not to make myself your husband
and even if I can't be your boyfriend, I want your love a trois
and lead me to the left in this storm.
Oh, love, love, if you're not mine
at least give me utopias,
give me your lost causes and like something vital
save me from my loneliness from time to time.

Even if you are so supportive, so unionist
I will follow you in your ancestral activism
to those demonstrations
and I will help you paper the city.
Even if you are so feminist and like girls
nothing will stop me from loving you
and I even promise to memorize
Simone de Beauvoir's book.