I don't need any aphrodisiac,
nor romanticism,
nor sweet conversations,
nor alcohol, nor cigarettes.
...
I don’t desire wealth, nor fame.
It’s only for the dung-eating dogs.
It’s something that is freely given
...
I’m very lonely
and sleep eludes me.
So I drink a bit
and play some music.
...
Now is the time
but there's nothing I can do.
Something is lost, the upshot
of trying hard to chase the gold.
...
What to write? Well, write what you like, not necessarily what you know. Don't worry about what you know. Your imagination knows everything.)
All I Need
I don't need any aphrodisiac,
nor romanticism,
nor sweet conversations,
nor alcohol, nor cigarettes.
All I need to love you
Is you, your sympathy,
your bright eyes
and thighs... of course.