Back in the CLOSET!

Guys from the village of my parents (and first school) will sleep here in the weekend. And... Until I haven't cleared it with my father (coming-out also for him), I don't want him to hear it from others. So... I neutralized the house: I eliminated (hopefully) every gay object.


Literally BACK INTO THE CLOSET :-S

mourning for love

I learned at school, you have to do go through the "mourning process" also after the end of relationships (with further living people), to be able to go further. I think, this song expresses it very good...

Nelly Furtado
"In God's Hands"

I looked at your face I saw that all the love had died
I saw that we had forgotten to take the time
I, I saw that you couldn't care less about what you do
Couldn't care less about the lies
You couldn't find the time to cry

We forgot about love
We forgot about faith
We forgot about trust
We forgot about us

Now our love's floating out the window
Our love's floating out the back door
Our love's floating up in the sky in heaven
Where it began back in God's hands

You said that you had said all that you had to say
You said baby it's the end of the day
And we gave a lot but it wasn't enough
We got so tired that we just gave up

We didn't respect it
We went and neglected it
We didn't deserve it
But I never expected this

Our love floated out the window
Our love floated out the back door
Our love floated up in the sky to heaven
It's part of a plan
It's back in God's hands
Back in God's hands

It didn't last
It's a thing of the past
Oh we didn't understand
Just what we had
Oh I want it back
Just what we had
Oh I want it back
Oh just what we had

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Cantico Canticorum 2,7