Love song, it isn’t when you love someone, but when you remember. Nowadays love songs are born with which young people will die after eighty years.
The ideas pass, the chimeras become rusting, but love songs are living between us, either between the solemnities of a madrigal, under the tenderness of a bolero or fixed with drawing pins at the black leather of hard rock.
And all this survival about this genere must be for something. Without love songs we haven’t words of love and we wouldn’t know how consume some feelings which sometimes needs words.In these songs we have the only school that we still have to control our badly polite sentimental education.Only in words we feel safe. And when we put compasses and rhythms at love syllables, it’s the same that frame a child picture.
Why singers know everything? Who said to their, what happen to us? How have they penetrated into our feelings and they’ve done rhythm and verse? Not only it: when they sing, they steal us the gesture and pain.
It seems that they are really suffering for lost love or by fear of losing it. They are thieves of true emotions that we totally believed ours and, on the other hand, these emotions appear in the most inopportune time, at the radio. And then, we just sing it in low voice because nobody sees our hidden love.
Everything is explained. Everything is counted and sung.
The ideas pass, the chimeras become rusting, but love songs are living between us, either between the solemnities of a madrigal, under the tenderness of a bolero or fixed with drawing pins at the black leather of hard rock.
And all this survival about this genere must be for something. Without love songs we haven’t words of love and we wouldn’t know how consume some feelings which sometimes needs words.In these songs we have the only school that we still have to control our badly polite sentimental education.Only in words we feel safe. And when we put compasses and rhythms at love syllables, it’s the same that frame a child picture.Why singers know everything? Who said to their, what happen to us? How have they penetrated into our feelings and they’ve done rhythm and verse? Not only it: when they sing, they steal us the gesture and pain.
It seems that they are really suffering for lost love or by fear of losing it. They are thieves of true emotions that we totally believed ours and, on the other hand, these emotions appear in the most inopportune time, at the radio. And then, we just sing it in low voice because nobody sees our hidden love.
Everything is explained. Everything is counted and sung.
2 comments:
I like a lot the love songs! When your are sad you listen it and it make you more sad...jajaja
See you Ariii! =)
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