"I've got you under my skin,I've got you deep in the heart of me,so deep in my heart
that you're really a part of me...I've got you under my skin. I'd tried so not to give in,
I said to myself this affair never will go so well......man, but why should I try to resist
when, baby, I know so well that I've got you under my skin? I'd sacrifice a lot come
what might, for the sake of havin' you near, in spite of a warnin' voice that comes
in the night and repeats, repeats in my ear: Don't you know, little fool, you never
can win? Use your mentality, wake up to reality! But each time that I do just the
thought of you makes me stop before I begin ,'cause ..I know I said it before , but I've
got you under my skin....Yes, I've got you under my skin."
“What is the first best thing?” “Everybody knows that. The best thing in the world is power.” “Oh, is it?” I asked, laughing. “What about sex?” “No. Apart from the biology, sex is all about power. That’s why it’s such a rush.” I laughed again. “And what about love ? A lot of people say that love is the best thing in the world, not power.” “They’re wrong,” she said with terse finality.” Love is the opposite of power. That’s why we
fear it so much.”
This life is screaming now or never and freedom and experience,*la vie rapide, while the soul
is crying for that depth that the hearts are trying to escape from. We are looking for ourselves,
finding, trying, keep searching. Afraid to commit to anything or anyone, afraid of giving
something up. It's so ironic, that we are still looking for the same thing. That thing that
makes it all complete, but looking for it inside of us, instead of trying to find it in another
person. So where does that leave us children of the city, where the only constant is change?
To be honest, I have no idea. I am just thinking about love, as usual, you know me. Life and love.
Life or love? Love after life or life after love? How can two letters make such an incompatible
difference? Living for love might be an option for some people and the rest of us.....maybe
we are striving for independence in it's purest form, or we are all just becoming pussies.
Well, at least one thing is for sure. Forever is painful. But at least it's forever.