Love, naturally

There is a Brazilian popular song called “Deixa Acontecer [let it happen]”, by Revelação, that tells the story of a couple who is in different syncronies: the girl is madly in love with the guy, but he doesn’t feel the same way, so he asks her to let love happen naturally, to have patience and he promises he will overcome his fears of falling in love again with her help.


It may seem odd to write about a song who is not known by its poetic lyrics or by the music quality or innovation. It’s just a popular entertaining song, a huge success amongst Brazilians. Even if a Brazilian is not a fan of pagode or Revelação, there is a fair chance he or she can sing along the chorus without issues. It is catchy, oh so catchy!

Why write about it, then?

First of all, it has been on my mind since yesterday. It is stuck deep in there, so maybe it will help me forget it for a little bit. Again, catchy.

Another thing is: pedantic intellectuals would never, ever confess that sort of thing. Some people judge things exclusively according to their taste and to me this is just a waste of time, a narrow view that only reinforces what they know and like. I am not a fan of the band, or the genre for that matter, but why not give credit when its due? This song has a  very clear and contemporary message: let love happen naturally. And this is what draws me to it.

Scrolling down my facebook timeline the other day, I found a post from a very popular page called Humans of New York where a woman states that “If I feel like there’s a chance of losing someone, I’ll always try to be the one that backs out first”. If you are familiar with the page, you know they always post a picture of the person interviewed and a quote of their conversation.


That quote stuck with me for a few days, then the song, and I felt like they had the same underlying topic: fear of relationships. It is something universal. Not to be cliche, but I am sure yesterday night at a bar somewhere two friends sat down between beers (or cosmopolitans, or caipirinhas, or martinis, or pisco sour, or merlot) and had a conversation about relationships. Maybe the guy was complaining the girl expected more than he could give, because he didn’t feel the same way. Maybe the girl was interpreting his distance as a sign that he would dump her, and she decided to break things up before getting so deep emotionally involved that she would surely get hurt. Maybe it was the other way around.

When did we become so afraid of love that we feel the need not to feel it? Or, at least, to believe that we don’t feel it. How many times after breaking up because she was too demanding or he was too sticky we come to realize that maybe we loved them all along?

When did we start putting up barriers to avoid being hurt and setting ourselves boundaries to contain our emotions?  When did we start thinking about relations strategically? Oh, if I send a text at 3 a.m saying I miss her she will misinterpret as a booty call and she will lose interest. Oh, its saturday afternoon and if I call him now to make plans for tonight I might seem too desperate. How much of life and love are we missing by taking the safer route?

Sometimes, I think we are getting it all wrong. We are letting our brain take control of things that are not measurable, touchable or reasonable. And, in the process, we lose our minds with all the variables, possibilities and interpretations we are drawn to consider before making any relationship decision. Why not let things flow more naturally? Why not follow our hearts? They are pure muscle, you know? Work it and they will only become stronger.In this sense, the song sets a good example. Yes, the guy says he is scared of falling in love, but he also asks her for help to love again and he implies that because of her help their love may grow and be eternal. Their love, not their relationship I must say. But he is willing to try, and that is all it takes. Lets it happen naturally.


The very first Weekly Muse

Weekly Muse is a section of our blog that is destined to bring to our readers some of our inspiration resources – our dirty little secrets for when I have to deal with writers block. It might be an image, a poem, a song, a cd, a video or just another blog. For our very first post, Alt-J’s striking videoclip for Breezeblocks.

Friends called it twisted, which is understandable, but personally I think the combination of the video with the music is just a perfect work of art, in the sense that it takes your imagination and expands the song meaning, bringing it to a whole new level. What was once an almost dull song about the possibility of a relationship ending, that honestly requires all my attention to minimally understand the words I am hearing, became an intricate plot of love and death. Images, sometimes, do shock more than words. I guess the backwards shooting of the couple fight introduces the viewer primarily to the desperate feeling of killing someone, in a impressive realistic way, to then explain how it all came to that, hooking your attention from the beginning. By giving you the result, your main focus becomes the whys, which in this case is revealed at the very end, when the husband finds his wife tied inside a cloak room, moments before being attacked by another woman. The lyrics help you understand what is going on, but they also raise questions about who is the attacker: a random girl, a mistress or an alter ego of the wife. From my point of view, the song is about a man’s struggle to keep his wife – or loved one –  close, even if it takes killing the very part of her that wants to leave. Love, differently than what fairy tales want to make you believe, can be very cruel, something we try to forget everyday in order to maintain our own relationships. Sometimes, being reminded that love is also letting go is the reality’s bitchy way to slap you in the face and make you move on. After all, you don’t really wanna kill what you love, do you? You supposedly want the whole big fat package, and nothing less. Don’t settle for a fraction of a person.