Pasional

You won’t know,
you’ll never know
what it’s like to die a thousand times from anxiety.
You can’t,
you’ll never understand
what it means to love and go insane.
Your lips that burn, your kisses that intoxicate
and torture my reason.
I know it makes me burn
and ignites my chest with passion.
You’re embedded in me,
I feel you in the scorching beat of my temples.
I adore you when you’re here and I love you even more
when you’re far away from me.
I’m scared of losing you,
of thinking I won’t see you.
Why this brutal doubt,
why do I have to bleed,
if in every kiss I feel you faint.
Yet I torment myself because I carry you in my blood.
And every moment, feverish and loving, I want to kiss your lips.

What do you have
in your gaze
that, when you lift your eyes to me,
I feel a fierce flame of love burning inside?
Your lips that burn, your kisses that intoxicate
and torture my reason.
I know I’ll never be able to tear this passion
out of my chest.
I’m scared of losing you,
of thinking I won’t see you.
Why this brutal doubt,
why do I have to bleed
if in every kiss I feel you faint.
Yet I torment myself because I carry you in my blood.
And every moment, feverish and loving, I want to kiss your lips.
I want you always like this, you’re embedded in me
like a dagger in the flesh.
And burning and passionate, trembling with anxiety,
I want to die in your arms.

"We want to thank you for coming tonight because, if it weren’t for you, we would have been very alone up here. And I want you to know that, in these twenty years where we’ve all changed so much and all our utopias have crumbled, I still believe that opening the heart, the greatest task of any artist, remains an ancient and new, simple, miraculous, and revolutionary act. Thank you."