The songs I sang before were loaded with strength, passion, with that unbearable sadness at times that could enforce one single tune to break a whole, grown human heart.
I came to the idea that, indeed, forbidden love can overcome anything in it's way, can knock over towers with what seemed to be strong foundations. That unrequested love can cradle the tender giant, pour tears from the hangman himself and bring the proud queen to her knees. That lost love can paint an ocean, can force days to yearn in slow motion, make each footstep carry an echo of a thousand stones.
All the interesting, tormented souls dread pink, rainbows and sugary butterflies. A pop song can be a state of mind for a sunny day but can't fight the sense of belonging for a melancholy-loaded tune to the eery heart. Yet, I am in love. I am with love. It carries me, I carry it, we swirl together in midnight spiral, because yes, midnight is also the lover's hour. Me, the tormented soul has found bliss... there may not be a song so strong to define that fittingly -yet-, a song that can vanish one that healed in company a broken heart, but... it is in the making.
Not a pop song. Not a corny piece of shit that can't name me, that doesn't know US. Just an honest, gut-felt, raw love song. It is blossoming... next to a Van Morrison country tune.
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