Je suis une émotive. Trés émotive, I could say. I play the hard girl for everyone, but you know better. Being an émotive as I am, this monday mornings, rainy monday mornings, after a weekend all made of sunshine by you, feel like the saddest days. Leaving bed with a kiss on your cheek and a heart so heavy in my chest that almost sinks inside, a heart of an émotive. You lay sleeping, slowing down your monday. Kiss me and wish me a good class, my dear tough man. Aí te dou o último beijo, me enrosco num abraço já de pura saudade, e vou pra vida, trying to be tough too, as I should, but émotive all along.