All kinds of love

I guess I think about love more than I should. It always surprises me its power to change and define our lives.

Shakespeare said "Love is blind."

Now, I know that this is true. For some people love disappears inexplicably, for others love is simply lost, but it's clear that love can also be found.
Even if it's only for a night...

There's this particular kind of love that is the most cruel. The one who almost kills its victims, is called love-not matched. And in this, I've been specialist for years...

Most of the love stories, two people fall in love for each other. But what about the rest? What about our stories?
Of those who are passionate alone...
We are victims of love that is not reciprocal, cursed by the beloved, ill-loved. Hurt without priority. Disabled without the best place in the parking lot.
I've been one of those people.

In the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. I was acting like the best friend, but now, I know it, I feel it, everything's gonna change, I already can see the rainbow. I'm not going to let myself be the best friend anymore.

Everything back, but you.

I was here all the time only you didn't see.

I learned what the pain wanted to teach me...
And I learned damn well, baby.
Now... I'm free.

Now, I'll take my heart back, leave your pictures on the floor and steal back my memories...

I've cried my eyes out.
The way you loved me vanished all the tears.

Now I want everything back, but you.

All about my (ex) life.

So sleepy, so alive... That's how I see myself in life.

Oh God, please, give me peace, give me a bed and a party!
Let me feel alive, let me feel like I'm doing the wrong thing.
Let me run in the rain and feel like it's the last day of my life.


(...)

Keep holding on...

How many years have we waited for a ship that never set sail? And how many days have we wasted chasing a love that was not our own?
Maybe happiness is just next to us, we just don't see that.
Or maybe we even don't know what's happiness...

And how many ways can you spell love? How many ways will you say one?
Retrace the silhouette of this love
We're all just skeletons without one...

I see our pictures and I listen to our song...
Oh, baby, just gimme my Limoncello and keep holding on...

(...)

"Estive sendo uma pessoa substituta a minha vida toda."
É, acho que é esse o pensamento que pode-se tirar de um dia estranho.


(...) sem mais.

Bad days are good.

Weird days, bad days, confusing days... Whatever you want, they're good.
Nothing as a bad day to prepare us for another even worse! That's reality.

I see myself in a maze with my eyes closed. I bring in my shoulders a heavy baggage of ceaseless quest for hapiness... I seek shelter in the songs, trying to find a reason to continue or a distant place to restart.

4 a.m. and I don't know what hapenned. Time is slow, but my thoughts are flying...

All about my (ex) love.

I tried my best like you said. Good friends are wishing goodbyes and good lucks, while husbands and wives have a last hug. I drank till I was unable to stand.

The sickle, the noose and the firebrand.

Waste, I'm a waste of time. So I tried and I tried, but it all went wrong. Oh, my best, you were my trumpeter swan all along.

Yeah, you were, I said.

Good times gonna come. And you'll be going down on my knee, and I'll just laugh.

The sky are over just like my love for you.

An inconvenient truth or a beautiful lie?

We'd better think about the things we do. The world went round, around and round. We'd better we think about the consequences. The global senses...

The time went out, time is ticking out!

Chaos.

Chaos.

Sometimes we even don't know ourselves.
All we need is time.
All I need is love.