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Quando se está feliz o mundo inteiro é Nova York! 

Então é isso.

Porque o amor não se procura nem se encontra,

o amor simplesmente acontece.

Bate à porta e apesar do medo, sim, porque o amor também mete medo,

porque gostar demasiado assusta, porque deixar entrar algo

de novo na nossa vida assusta sempre.

Mas se arriscamos e o deixarmos entrar ele transforma-nos a vida,

faz o sol brilhar mesmo em dias de chuva, põe um sorriso no

rosto e deixa voar as borboletas da barriga... E depois?!

Depois até nos podemos desiludir, esse amor pode

não ser o que esperávamos e pode fugir

 Depois até podem chegar as lágrimas e as noites sem dormir.

Mas sabem o que acho?

Acho que não faz mal, porque só perdemos algo que já tivemos.

Por isso mais uma vez me atiro no precipício sem pensar, só sentir.

Porque tu, meu amor, tu talvez possas ser o minha metade.

Se não fores, não faz mal, já me deste os sorrisos

mais doces e os dias mais felizes.