love dies

Um clipe inspirado num dos meus filmes favoritos só poderia me fazer chorar às oito da manhã…

(When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.) God that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’. In that instant it started to pour. Captured a taxi despite all the rain, we drove in silence across pont champlain, and all of the time you thought I was sad. I was trying to remember your name.. This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin. Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in. Now you’re outside me you see all the beauty, repent all your sin. It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose. I chose to feel it and you couldn’t chose. I’ll write you a postcard, I’ll send you the news from a house down the road, from real love. Live through this, and you won’t look back.. There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave: you were what I wanted, I gave what I gave. I’m not sorry I met you, I’m not sorry it’s over, I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save. I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.
stars ~ your ex-lover is dead
É, eu choro com essas coisas (até com comercial de margarina, tudo bem, confesso). Mas é muito doloroso. Quando eu vi Brilho eterno… eu me esbugalhei de chorar por horas. Aquilo tudo é verdade. Nós até podemos tentar fugir de algumas pessoas, mas é inevitável: nós vamos amá-las em algum momento e vamos sofrer quando perdermos elas… Sei lá. É uma dorzinha que não consigo explicar, só isso.