The poem's not love

I don’t love you, I know

Too bad you don’t believe it

And insists in something that isn’t there

It’s a trap. Beware!

I don’t love or fall in love

I can still approach you. Like a wolf without his pack

It’s just about scent and pheromone

This way you won’t suffer

The same way I won’t suffer

Control your demons

Castrate the evil

It’s obvious that I don’t love you

Desires are for the meat

Men’s necessity

For being so delicate I respect

The rules of flirting

Flowers on my bed and then I sing

Definitely I'll forget about you

Just like a wallet on the table

And because I’m a church lady

I won’t love you just because you are a bourgeois

When falling asleep

After orgasms and joy

Different dreams stumble by

And confuse my thoughts

I don’t love you because it’s too much

To love a fatigued man

You can’t buy it

Not even with jars of beer

Certainly I don’t love

Done

I don’t love you because I am brief

And you can take my feelings

As a lifejacket when you drown

Like wind

Like tobacco for cigars

Like fezzes

Just how the capitalists do

You don’t have my affection

Just my desire

I’m firm

I aim my goals

I control the bleeding animal

I don’t love you. I protect myself

Inside the shell without the pearl

Inside the snail

Under blankets and empty beds

I don’t love you because I don’t want to

Have on my side such torture

Forever and nocturne

I don’t love you and it’s decided

Abortion of the dream, ejected

I reject the project

These are my rights

Destroying the sand castle

I’m clear

So I take back this poem

Put my clothes on

It’s late. I better go home

Scream loudly on the street:

-COWARD!

Who cares? It’s late anyways…

Marcelo Campello

Tradução: Alice Campello