fuerza bruta

if i let you get in, will you be gentle? will you run scared, when you see what's inside? will you understand why i'm not moving? will you be fascinated by the patterns in my head? will you spend hours just looking at the twirling, twirling, twirling enlessly? will you get annoyed? will you like it when i get annoyed? will you? will you want to go back in? and wander out. for little walks round this town. with or without me? will you not mind that i find the moon more interesting than your latest story, whatever story you're telling me now? will you see why i have to do this? and that? and let me do it and not ask me how it's going? how i am? will you let me be quiet in your arms and start dancing when i do? let me be? will you be interested when i'm boring? and i'm boring most of the time... will you? will you want to tell me all about you? and do it again in a different way? and light my fags when i'm drunk and can't get the bloody lighter to work? and not mind that i won't really, really listen to you? won't you get fed up with questions? or silences? or just doing nothing, because that's it, and there's nothing to do, and let's just look at the few stars that do get through the london sky. and maybe go to the cinema. if you like. i don't mind.