Love expressions from Portuguese students

Love always chased me

Everything went so fast, I had found myself in the doors of youth in just a glimpse. I was twelve years old when I found my first great passion, it started as a mere joke but it evolved to a great complicity, he went from just a friend to my best friend, everything was so perfect: I wanted to be with him, liked being with him, had butterlies in the stomach while I was with him; I remember with great joy all those moments I went through.

In the past fifteen – almost sixteen – years of my life, love always chased me. This feeling never came alone, it embraced me with happiness, sadness, success, failure, anguish, pain, accomplishment and obstacles, always causing me to become uncomfortable

In my path, despite of its shortness, I have suffered, fought storms and lived through greyer days. In those days my feelings are of predominant anger, in which I just want to forget that love exists, I mean, live through all my life, leaving this feeling that sometimes causes me such anger, behind. Generally, when I find myself in the middle of these storms, when love isn’t successful, I just want to lock myself in my own bedroom, grab a pillow and listen to a song that actually makes me feel a little bit better. In those days, the grown-ups like my parents or any other adult that is my relative, never helped me in these situations, that love, is this gigantic problem. Maybe they didn’t help because they didn’t want, or maybe they actually didn’t really understand what I was going through. The people who probably helped me the most in these situations, in the course of my life, were my close friends, since they were the ones who know me best and could see how I really felt, sometimes. It’s not easy to define and understand what love is, but the way I see it, to love is to live, because
while we are in this trip so-called life, we need love to live, and we can almost never leave it aside.

B.
(10º A)

My second great passion came little after the last one, he appeared to be a great friend, and without even noticing, I suddenly had a crush. We spent a lot of time together, he knew all about me, and I knew all about him, but since we I had finished a long story not so long ago, we decided to keep still and become very special friends, it worked out pretty well, even today, and since the summer, he is my best friend, and the only person that can make me laugh when I’m cranky.

Since then, I have been quite a flirt, I never let myself get too much into the same guy, since I’m scared of getting too much into him and suffer because of it. Probably I often confuse good friendships with passions, but I don’t really care, at least while I still have my friends around their love is the most important and the most unmissable, they are the ones who complete me, which means, my mood, my joy and my sillyness, without them I could never be what I am today. I call it a friends love.

Poem «Hart break/ It happened to me»

Poema «Quebra do coração/Em mim aconteceu»

The Blow of the heart

Broken heart

Happened to me

In a land of nostalgia

Everything died

I was a pawn of fate
That a passion lost
In the middle of my way
My love disappeared

After the disgust
No one consoled me
I lost my life
And nothing left for me

Now I move on,
And forget everything

I’ve got hope

Of a new beginning

Anónimo (10º A)

The blow of the heart

Part of me, today, doesn’t make loves.
Passions arise. Fade without ever having life.
It is as if the heart had been hit by a breath, and not
with the blow of the heart.

It becomes difficult to overcome a day
when the love is not reciprocated.
It’s difficult to pass;
but in my course everything stands and everything hides,
with embarrassment or perplexity
caused only by a breeze;
The blow of the heart

Revolt.
We feel it when we need someone
that belongs to other eyes;
other lips;
another face,
We feel it when we can’t live, see, touch
this blow of the heart

Old people do not care.
They say that it’s only niceties of the youth
But, young like I am,
I give it considerable importance;
It could be a mistake but all I feel is true
I feel it like a whirlwind,
that takes walls, doors, shutters and even hearts.
And not as a mild

Blow of the heart.

10th of May of 2010
Filipe Ferreira