Love of fights

I still have your portrait

on my bedroom wall...

I see you, admire,

but I confess it gives me despair...

I want to hate you,

tear up your photos, just like the letters

that one day I intend to burn...

Album of memories?

Wouldn't that be disappointment?

Oh, how I hate it!

I don't even want to remember, page three...

park, kisses, hugs, friends,

and in this photo your best smile.

The scenes moves me,

I remember them like it was a movie...

Jealousy and fights keep us apart,

we fight, we come back...

Oh, how I hate it!

This time I'm going to put a stop to it,

I'm already thinking of swearing...

* Go to the bridge that fell!

* Go to the bridge that broke!

Oh, how I hate all this,

Love! Love! Love!

Why do you cause me so much pain?

02:00pm Message on cell phone, “I want to talk”

I'll wait for you at 10:00pm, in the same place.

My God… You want to torture me, eight hours of waiting,

until I find you…

I run, I shower, despair comes,

I sort out clothes, perfume, shoes,

my room is at war… Anxiety hits,

then I eat, drink, chew,

everything feels like a punishment...

Oh, how I hate it all! I look at the clock, 2:45pm

time doesn't pass, everything stops, freezes, petrifies.

And I'm in the mirror, desperate,

trying to stay beautiful.

Autor: Karlos Brasil

FBN

* Go to the bridge that fell! Vai pra ponte que caiu! * Go to the bridge that broke! Vai pra ponte que partiu!

só os brasukas raizes entenderão.