Varanda

O vento gelado, a calma do silêncio e os pulmões quentes, é tudo o que quero esta noite.

Felicidade clandestina

"Mal sabia eu como mais tarde, no decorrer da vida, o drama do "dia seguinte" com ela ia se repetir com meu coração batendo."

"Tell me, what did you expect?
Have you got no self respect?
Reputation to protect?
Soon you'll be a nervours wreck.

You're no friend of mine and I've known it for a while, you're just a wast of time..."

"over and over again
just like before..."

The glass is broken

There's a huge difference between being aware of something, and be told something.

It's almost like there's two "truths", they're exactly the same, but one burns harder than the other.

I guess this is called the ugly truth.

Bc

Unfortunatelly, there is a memory of us I really, really, really like.
Maybe this isn't so unfortunate.
Or maybe this is.
I'm not quite sure, after all...

I admit, I am glad this is over.