Others words.

"Na hora certa, a casa aberta, o pijama aberto, a família. A armadilha. [...] Ai, o primeiro copo, o primeiro corpo, o primeiro amor."

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face, and I've always lived like this keeping a comfortable, distance. And up until now I swored to myself, that I'm content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk.