Love is something else.

10/22/2018
English

You, who are dwelling upon and thinking about love, this isn’t love!

Love doesn’t bind you to another person. The name for that is Voodoo. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t keep you dreaming wide-awake. The name for that is sleep-walking. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make you feel special. The name for that is handicap. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t hurt deep inside making you expel bad things. The name for that is gastroenteritis. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t take you to unexpected places. The name for that is kidnapping. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make you feel fragile and sensitive. The name for that is PMS. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make things deep inside you flow better. The name for that is Activia. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make you hear bells while you kiss. The name for that is fooling around behind the church. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t open people’s minds. The name for that is head injury. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make you lose your senses in bed. The name for that is sudden death. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make all soft and dizzy. The name for that is Rivotril. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make you stand completely still. The name for that is rush hour. Love is something else.

Love doesn’t make a new person grow from inside you. The name for that is pregnancy. Love is something else.

And you, thinking all of that was love. Love is something else.

 

Translation from the brilliant Brazilian Soulstripperr's Blog, Let's Go To The Cemetery, written by Roberta Mendes.

Where are you, Roberta?