Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it?

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. But then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They just did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.


  • Angelo Branduardi
  • La luna

Angelo Branduardi ~ La Luna

Un giorno all’improvviso 
la luna si stancò 
di guardare il mondo di lassù; 
prese una cometa, 
il volto si velò 
e fino in fondo al cielo camminò. 
E sorpresa fù 
che la bianca distesa 
non fosse neve. 
Eran solo sassi 
e i piedi si ferì, 
piangendo di nascosto lei fuggì. 
Affrontare il mondo a piedi nudi 
non si può 
e dall’alto a spiarlo lei restò. 
E sorpresa non è più 
che la bianca distesa 
non sia neve.