Camille - Pour que l'amour me quitte

Endormie, cheveux mouillés, bras repliés
Retrouvée fenêtre ouverte
L’air, par la fenêtre
Pour que l’Amour me quitte

En dormant j’ai rêvé des milles lianes
Pagayé, pagayé
Pour que l’Amour me quitte

Réveillée, la lumière pâle des murs de l’hôpital
Trop aimer c’est pas normal
Un coeur si mal, accroché, décroché

Pour que l’Amour me quitte
Amour

“I think we should break up.”
“I think so, too. ‘Variety is the spice of life’ they say, what a sweet lie.”
“Apparently it can’t be applied in relationship.”
“Maybe it can. Just not in ours.”
“Maybe. But it would be even more boring if we have the same interest.”
“I guess. So…, friends?”
“Nah. You’ll always have a special place in my heart.”
“That’s funny because I can’t picture you as a friend either. But I’m fine picturing you with another man, as long as you’re happy.”
“You’re more than a friend to me. More than a boyfriend, I don’t what to call you.”
“A loyal companion, perhaps? That’s what you are to me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Come to think of it…, how about a loyal—and maybe occasionally, a lusty companion?”
“I’d like that.”

Sting - Until

If I caught the world in a bottle and everything was still beneath the moon, without your love would it shine for me?

If I was smart as Aristotle and understood the rings around the moon, what would it all matter if you love me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still with a million dreams to fulfill and a matter of moments until the dancing ends

Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear, not a solitary thing would I fear except when this moment comes near the dancing’s end

If I caught the world in an hourglass, saddled up the moon so we could ride until the stars grew dim, until…

One day you’ll meet a stranger and all the noise is silenced in the room, you’ll feel that you’re close to some mystery

In the moonlight and everything shatters, you feel as if you’ve known her all your life,the world’s oldest lesson in history

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still with a million dreams to fulfill and a matter of moments until the dancing ends

Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear, not a solitary thing do I fear except when this moment comes near the dancing ends

Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass, saddled up the moon and we would ride until the stars grew dim, until the time that time stands still, until…

Bonding, we’re moving, we are one. We’ve synchronized our pace, slowly but surely the pace escalates. Push, push, and push, the ride goes up and down. A kiss, a touch, a sexy sound.

Moan and moan for you, my love, as you let a rough moan after rough moan for me. We touch, we kiss, we dance, we ride. This beautiful sweet ride is ours to take and give.

Wet and fast, we’re dancing like a maniac. The thrill and the sensation and the bliss, we completely forgot where we are. Live in this moment with me, darling.

Our wave clashes onto each other. Burn, burn, and burn like a wild fire, maddening explosion frenzy. And then we collapse. Kisses, touches, stares, and then we cuddle.

Months have passed ever since, the sweet ride has lost its magic, you’ve lost your touch, and I’ve lost my spark, and somewhere in between we’ve lost interest. The burning sensation when we are one is nothing but a vague memory that each of us keeps and locks inside our deepest and fondest heart.

It’s a goodbye, not an adieu. Will you forgive me? Will you join me to ride this sinful taste of sweetness again one day?

One Republic - Secrets

“I have a secret.”
“I can tell. I know that look. You have that look.”
“What look?”
“I don’t do guesses. I notice, I observe, I analyze. You look like you’ve been through a lot in your life, you have seen enough, you have had enough. You have always thought you’re different, you have no idea what and where your place in the world is, but you keep on going because you’re secretly hoping to find a piece of joy around the corner. You somehow feel like you don’t belong in the world, that no matter how hard you’ve tried, you feel like you can never actually relate to another human being. You’ve used to being on your own, you’re always on the outside looking in, trying to fit in, and then you try to stand out. Still, none of it makes sense. Everything seems pointless. And you feel so very alone, loneliness doesn’t just come in your life once in a while, it even decides to stay, to accompany you. You feel like telling the story of your life to some random person, yet you have never had the guts because when you’re about to open your mouth to let the words flow, you see it in their eyes, in their face: a piece of calmness, stability, and happiness. It stops you from doing what you’re about to do, you feel guilty, and worse you envy them. The look, the smile, they made you wonder if there’s something wrong with you because the life you have doesn’t allow you to have them, even just the tiniest bit. You still question your life right until this moment. You feel less alone as I’m breaking this down for you. You feel slightly happy when I can relate and feel you. And now you feel like you’ve just been released from your own prison.”
“How do you do that?”
“I was like you once. What you don’t know is: you create your own prison. You choose your own fate, you make your own bed, you fully own your life. All you have to do is: take control of it, you are the master of your own life. It will change if you command it to change. Take control. Own it. You’re never alone, there’s always someone somewhere who feels the same exact feelings as you feel. There’s always that hope.”

I need another story, something to get off my chest. My life gets kinda boring, need something that I can confess ‘til all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve said
Come by it honestly I swear, thought you saw me wink, no, I’ve been on the brink, so tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years, sick of all the insincere so I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect line, don’t care if critics ever jump in line, I’m gonna give all my secrets away

My God, amazing how we got this far, it’s like we’re chasing all those stars who’s driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news, all the problems that we could solve and when a situation rises just write it into an album, sent it straight to go.
I don’t really like my flow, no, so tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years, sick of all the insincere so I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect line, don’t care if critics ever jump in line, I’m gonna give all my secrets away

Got no reason, got no shame, got no family I can blame
Just don’t let me disappear, I’ma tell you everything
Just tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere, so I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect line, don’t care if critics never jump in line, I’m gonna give all my secrets away.

[One Republic-Secrets]

Andrea Bocelli & Christina Aguilera - Somos Novios [It's Impossible]

Somos Novios (It’s Impossible) by Andrea Bocelli and Christina Aguilera, a song by mexican writer and singer Armando Manzanero.

“Somos novios, pues los dos sentimos mutuo amor profundo y con eso ya ganamos lo más grande de este mundo

Nos amamos, nos besamos como novios 
Nos deseamos y hasta a veces sin motivo y sin razón, nos enojamos

Somos novios mantenemos un cariño limpio y puro como todos procuramos el momento más obscuro

Para hablarnos, para darnos el más dulce de los besos, recordar de qué color son los cerezos sin hacer mas comentarios, somos novios

It’s just impossible 

Nos amamos, nos besamos como novios 
Nos deseamos y hasta a veces sin motivo y sin razón, nos enojamos

Sin motivo, sin razón, somos novios mantenemos un cariño limpio y puro como todos procuramos el momento más obscuro

Para hablarnos, para darnos el más dulce de los besos, recordar de qué color son los cerezos sin hacer mas comentarios,

somos novios, somos novios, siempre novios, somos novios.”

Landon Pigg - A Ghost

An honest song about unrequited love; I keep picturing a guy who’s always looking at his crush from far, he probably knows and is in love with everything about her, but no matter how hard he tried, the girl doesn’t notice him; or maybe he’s just not her type.

But it’s also about forbidden love, maybe the girl already has boyfriend but she keeps flirting with him, leading him in, but doesn’t want to break up with her current boyfriend. The guy in the song knows she’s selfish, but he’s really in love with her so he’ll do anything to make her happy even if it means he can’t be with her in public like couples do. Either way, this song makes me feel all mushy inside.

A Ghost by Landon Pigg

You cannot hug a shadow’s neck, you cannot kiss a shilhouette, but I’ve done both time and time again. You reel me in like rain on a tin roof. When I open the door to let you in, you are not there. The sky is clear, there’s not a cloud in sight.

Am I believing in a ghost? Am I wishing on a star? Am I loving you the most because I can’t be where you are?

And am I wishing you were here because I know you cannot be? Am I going crazy, dear?

Your secret eyes, they touch my skin. I wish that I could pretend, but as you know that really ain’t my field. I sit around, looking much too serious and I stand still, lay in dark period but all the day will fly away.

Am I believing in a ghost? Am I wishing on a star? Am I loving you the most because I can’t be where you are?

And am I wishing you were here because I know you cannot be? Am I going crazy, dear, to let you get the best of me?

bossas artists - o grande amor

O Grande Amor - Joao Gilberto featuring Stan Getz

Haja o que houver, há sempre um homem, para uma mulher.
E há de sempre haver para esquecer, um falso amor e uma vontade de morrer.
Seja comofor há de vencer o grande amor, que há de ser no coração, como perdão pra quem chorou.

“No matter what, there is always a man for a woman.
And there will always be a false love to forget and an urge to die.
Be that as it may, love’s greatness will win over the heart and the one who cried will forgive.” -(English translation from WordReference forum)

I always like this song, -not too mention fall in love with portuguese language ever since-, since I was little because my mom always played this type of jazz. She has quite a lot of bossa nova CDs collection, mostly brazilian bossa nova. The name Antonio Carlos Jobim, Stan Getz, Luiz Bonfa, Joao Gilberto, Astrud Gilberto, among many others are so familiar in my ears. I love their songs.

This song reminds me so much of childhood. When I was laying around reading my comic books, and mom sat in front of her computer, typing her thesis but at the same time she was cooking lunch for my brother and I. This song reminds me how simple life was and hard life is now as I get older.

aqualung - strange and beautiful

Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung, Wicker Park soundtrack (one of fave movies).

I’ve been watching your world from afar. I’ve been trying to be where you are. And I’ve been secretly falling apart, unseen. To me, you’re strange and you’re beautiful. You’d be so perfect with me but you just can’t see, you turn every head but you don’t see me.

I’ll put a spell on you, you’ll fall asleep and I’ll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you, I’ll be the first thing you see and you’ll realise that you love me.

Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first. Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes. And I know, the waiting is all you can do, sometimes…

I’ll put a spell on you, you’ll fall asleep,
I’ll put a spell on you and when I wake you, I’ll be the first thing you see and you’ll realise that you love me.