tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427528615529432157.post1650296197965068885..comments2023-04-15T09:53:13.013+01:00Comments on truelovetoo: Help me here...joaop1960@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05632147700787201831noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427528615529432157.post-6419914377066122502010-01-24T01:44:31.010+00:002010-01-24T01:44:31.010+00:00The metric of the song can help to prove the conce...The metric of the song can help to prove the concept, but much more interesting is to observe the lyrics:<br />"I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt..."<br /><br />Sometimes, life brings us these things, sometimes we don't recognize ourselves within our own body, we can´t measure what we feel, much less we can speak the unspeakable. Within these labyrinths, we build masks and assume them as a part of the whole, failing to differentiate what is truly ours and what is increasing... When it seems that we're at a point of no return, when there is disbelief to our feelings, if we can´t dream, we better not expect an angel to come in our rescue. We hide in our own shadow, looking for other ways of freedom. We put our senses asleep and awake for a scene, a drama of happiness… but we can´t slip our own skin, not even travelling a thousand miles… We just dive in a nostalgic condition, where only a faithless kiss can bring us back or, more certain, we're going to leave each other alone in the streets of some city…<br /><br />This is my reading... Sometimes I feel like a complete idiot, like a vagabond in the world, empty of hope and understanding. One day, someone told me I want something that I’ve idealized, not a true desire so, in other words… And then comes the song: "I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt..."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com