To C... (parte 2)

2. Whenever you want (delirium)

I will stand at your door,
    when you have already forgot I ever existed,
holding the keys of a castle
    –wherever you want it–;
a golden carpet waiting for you at the hall,
a wedding dress that you´ll never have the kindness to wear,
laying in the saloon floor, just like me...
... dying to live.
A violet´s garden ´cause, you know, you love roses.
No more reasons than that...
... just to drive you mad every once in a while.
And I´ll leave traces for the way to the bedroom
    with all the gifts I once promissed to you
    but they never reached you.
A cold bed.
Dust between the sheets; cobwebs in the ceiling
and in my head...
... It´s all ours, whenever you want it.

And I want to loose it all,
just because of my obstination.
To proove your mother even so I deserve you.
    Then I´ll ask you to simply drop your finger
    somewhere in the map
and that´ll be where our empire will raise again.
And never more you will have to cook for those crows
that would happily swallow, without even tasting it,
a piece of fat if you´d
put a price to it that they know they can´t afford.
Golden plates wait for you, for your best dish,
that you will throw with lovely anger to my head...
... however you want... whenever you want it
I´ll stop by the bar
and I´ll make a toast to you, to see you blushing
and a toast for the fortune we have lost, for one last time,
before you kick me out through the back door.