Some Might Say

Some might say that luv is fake, well it is fake, fake for everyone else but the ones that feel it really. You can't really say that a bunch of chemical reactions define passion entirely because its way bigger than that really, no real words you can use to describe it really..

And its not really a thing directed to a person, its to everything.

Em cada coisa que one might do pode haver paixão e amor; estar apaixonado e estar amando não necessariamente requerem um complemento específico, pode ser para tudo, para cada elemento do cotidiano ou da imaginação. Mário de Andrade já definiu isso de maneira brilhante em sua obra: "Amar, Verbo Intransitivo"

You may also hear the: "yeah, but being in luv and all that is shite matey, thats not really rock n roll, is it?"

You know what? it fucking is. Thats what rock n roll and any other revolution is all about, is about doing what YOU think is right, is about going out there and fighting for what you want. Of course it doesn't always end in of those hollywood types of things where the guy gets on the baseball field and tells the girl that he loves her to death and couldn't do anything without him.. I mean, sometimes, the guy doesn't even get on the field, sometimes the girl just doesn't want him back, but THATS fucking life, you know what I mean? You did everything you could, you went out, you cried your heart out, you yelled on the freakin wheat fields for her love but it didn't work, so be it mate...

There are 6 billion people on the planet, assuming you don't speak chinese, thats about 3 billion people to find someone to be happy with.

They say there is no recipe for being happy, that is true, but there is one for being miserable, and that is not fighting for what you want and having no passion about anything...

Anyway, just some mid afternoon rambling

See you in a bit,
AB