Que Es El Amor

Define it
Describe it
Try it... what is love?
Well, bad, ugly, weird, intense, strange...
what is it?

Is it thinking there’s no one else? Is it painting everything pink?
Or is it... is it crying alone at night...

I don’t want you to call me, but I don’t want you to ignore me...
I don’t want you to love me, but I don’t want you to hate me...
I don’t want you to talk to me, but I want to hear your voice...
I don’t want you to lie to me, I’m the expert at that...

What is love?
A smile or a tear
A joy or a pity
And pity more and more...
What is love?
What does it consist of, who invented it...
Is it a sweet hello, or is it a future goodbye?

A forgotten hair on my pillow keeps showing up when it hurts the most...

And among so many past lies and in that sea of your tears... the truth, like a piece of clothing...

What is love?
Is it the moon, sister?
Is it the sun?
Or is it the rain you’re watching... from the other side of the window...

You’ll see, brother, I’ll give you some advice...
And it goes like this:
Think with your heart, and feel with your head

Sweet kisses that turn bitter until they almost don’t exist,
A long time controlling very sad feelings.
I don’t want to feel strange,
I don’t want to suffer anymore... I don’t want to feel guilt.