agua correndo por entre pedras
parque do Gameiro
Love fades slowly.
As it is leaving.
Like a home in a rear-view mirror.
Like ice in a broken freezer.
Love breaks loudly.
As it is fading.
Like violent hail hitting city sidewalks.
Like branches snapping against a tornado.
Love leaves softly.
As it is breaking.
Like gentle waves on a sunny shoreline.
Like apples falling in an orchard after the summertime.
And the heart is aching.
As it is hurting.
Like a child crying over promises unkept,
it did not realize that love had already left.
- Whole town’s badly shaken up.
- Sure, it’s a nice quiet place. Sheriff, let me stop
you for just a second. Where’s your name? I never met a girl like you that’s like your mother?
- Oh my god, you’re not
“Oh, no, it’s him”.