WRITING: MR. KITE
CHEERS MR. KITE. YOU INSPIRED ME TONIGHT!
I WANT TO MAKE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE IN THE WORLD
AND NAVIGATE IN BOAT FROM AMERICA TO PARIS
I WANT TO HAVE A COFFEE WATCHING THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA
AND WAKE UP IN IBIZA FOLLOWING A STAR.
I WANT TO TELL JESUS TO SHOW UP,
AND CUT OFF MY LIGHT IN ORDER TO LIGHT A CANDLE... AND DREAM.
I WANT TO GIVE A FLOWER TO THE LOVE THAT CAUSED MY WOUND;
I WANT TO START OVER AND CHANGE MY NAME.
I WANT TO THROW STONES TO THE HEAVEN OF LOST SOULS.
I WANT TO SEE ANGELS CONVINCE THE DEMONS TO GIVE UP.
I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY WHAT YOUR HEART SHOUTS;
I WANT TO LOSE THE COURAGE I’VE WON FOR BEING A COWARD.
I WANT TO SEE HENRY THE HORSE IN ENGLAND.
AND I WANT TO RUN AROUND WHILE I’M FLYING A KITE
I WANT TO LIVE WITH NO RULES NOR RECIPES
I WANT TO INVENT ANOTHER LETTER TO THE ALPHABET
I WANT TO FORGET YOU
I WANT YOU TO KNOW IT IS FROM ME.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I AM AS CRAZY AS MR. KITE
BECAUSE FORGETTING YOU CAN NEVER BE TRUE!
I LOVE YOU AND I CAN’T LEAVE WHILE I’M STILL LOVING;
IT’S USELESS TO THINK THAT LOVING MEANS FORGETTING YOU
I WANT TO FIND ANOTHER LOVE AND LOSE IT IMMEDIATELY
IN ORDER TO FORGET YOU FOREVER.
I WANT THESE WORDS NEVER TO BE TRUE!
I WANT TO WHISTLE “HELP ME MR. KITE” UNDER THE MOONLIGHT
I WANT TO WASH IN THE SEA WHAT SEEMS IS NOT MY FUTURE.
I WANT TO CHEAT ON MATH
AND SEARCH FOR AN ANSWER IN TIBET
I WANT TO RUN AWAY FROM ME AND NOT BE FROM HERE
NOR FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE
LOSE MYSELF IN ETYMOLOGY
DEDICATE MY LIFE TO YOUR ANATOMY
SO MR. PACO FANQUES FAIR CAN BE HAPPY AND
EITHER TO FORGET ME, OR SHOW YOU I CAN DO
TEN SUMMERSETS I WILL UNDERTAKE ON SOLID GROUND.
AND I WANT TO RUN AROUND WHILE FLYING A KITE.
I WANT TO STOP IN INDIA AND SEND A GREETING
TO THE MOTHER OF MY WORST ENEMY.
I WANT TO GO A SATURDAY TO BISHOP’S GATE
I WANT TO GIVE YOU THESE WORDS
I WANT YOU TO KNOW IT’S FROM ME.
I WANT TO GIVE A FLOWER TO THE LOVE THAT CAUSED THESE WOUNDS.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT MY HEART WON’T LOVE ANOTHER.
HAVE I TOLD YOU “ABOUT THE WALRUS AND ME?”
I GOT BLISTERS ON MY FINGERS.
(2015)
