It's just 'cause she doesn't know what love is about

And when the Sun loved the moon at the first sight

He didn't know He could just see half of Her

If the rain decides to separate itself

And every tear of the clouds falls in love.

It's not to happen

but some of them

could be in love with the soil

and some of them could be in love with the bright day

and some of them could be in love with a dry weather and die for love

when kiss the earth, becoming part of a plant

or not

This is all what love is about.

You die for someone who doesn't care.

And your heart decides what you have to do.

This is all what love is about.

You ne'er see the true and ne'er find yourself.

Love is everything you'll never have.

Love is an ilusion of your heart.

Love is an infection, a disease, a life sentence

Love is not what you had dreamed with.

(Edinaldo do Espirito Santo)

24/07/02

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