because of the weather. because of the sea. because I’m young. because I have no home. because of my curly, dry hair. because I’m not that sexy. because I’m too sensitive, too scared. because I over think. because I don’t like vanilla. because I feel shy while you’re around. because of the mamas and the papas. because of red. because I’m passionate. because I’m too passionate. because I’m falling. because there’s this silence. because of the global warming, the extinction and the machines. because of the weed. because I adore cigarettes. because I’m drunk. because once upon a time we were born. because of Lisbon, Porto and everything in between. because of the lyrics, the dogs and the baths. because I’m strange. because you’re strange. because we turn over. because of Sintra. because of the rules. because of the roads. because of the traffic. because of Portishead. because of your voice. because of the lack of it. because time doesn’t really exist. because I’m a fool. because of you in me and me in you and we in everywhere at the same time. because of this tiny little world that once joined us on that lovely café with that old woman singing nearby. because maybe you don’t care and probably I'm the only one who will read these sentences.