That’s how things happened

Like Camila, girls who deeply hurt me have three syllables on their names. Makes me think of only talking to Maja’s, and Ana’s and Sarah’s and Vicky’s.

Wondering if i should start a numerology work about this – it’s just too much coincidence (Camila, Ivana, Olívia, Elisa, Martina)

Camila broke my heart because she didn’t know.

Ivana broke my heart because i was a sucker.

Olívia broke my heart because she had to choose.

Elisa broke my heart because she was afraid.

Martina broke my heart because she had to lie.

You see, after the second one, it wasn’t my fault anymore. I can’t even care, after i know i’m doing alright. And as i build a new heart i’m expecting it to be broken already. So i need things to keep me from becoming a skeptic. This song, for example, still makes my blood run.

Nenhum de Nós - Camila

Depois da última noite de festa Chorando e esperando amanhecer, amanhecer As coisas aconteciam com alguma explicação Com alguma explicação Depois da última noite de chuva Chorando e esperando amanhecer, Amanhecer Às vezes peço a ele que vá embora Que vá embora...oh... Camila, Camila, Camila Eu que tenho medo até de suas mãos Mas o ódio cega e você não percebe Mas o ódio cega E eu que tenho medo até do seu olhar Mas o ódio cega e você não percebe Mas o ódio cega A lembrança do silêncio daquelas tardes Daquelas tardes A vergonha do espelho naquelas marcas Naquelas marcas Havia algo de insano naqueles olhos, Olhos insanos Os olhos que passavam o dia a me vigiar, a me vigiar...oh... Camila, Camila, Camila E eu que tinha apenas 17 anos Baixava a minha cabeça pra tudo Era assim que as coisas aconteciam Era assim que eu via tudo acontecer E eu que tinha apenas 17 anos Baixava minha cabeça pra tudo Era assim que as coisas aconteciam Era assim que eu via tudo acontecer Camila

After the last night of partying Crying and waiting for the morning to come For the morning to come Things happened with some explanation With some explanation After the last night of raining Crying and waiting for the morning to come For the morning to come Sometimes i ask it to go away To go away, oh… Camila… Me who am afraid even of your hands But hate blinds and you don’t realize But hate blinds… And me who am afraid even of your look But hate blinds and you don’t realize But hate blinds… The remembrance of the silence from those afternoons Those afternoons… The shame of the mirror in those marcs In those marcs… There was something insane in those eyes Insane eyes The eyes that spent the days watching over me Watching over me, oh… Camila… And me who was only 17 Would lower my head to everything That’s how things happened That’s how i saw everything happening And me who was only 17 Would lower my head to everything That’s how things happened That’s how i saw everything happening Camila…