We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times, you'll go back to her and I'll go back to black.
Once I met this guy, he had written on his forehead his destiny, like a tatoo, it said: "Bad luck", and God! it was right.
He was the kind of guy who buys a puppy for her daughter at her 8th birthday, the next day he tooks his car out of the garage to go to work and guess what...no, he didn't run over the dog, he ran over his daughter.
So...this is my life -he told me- even now, after all these years, she still walks funny.
I understood instantly what he meant, he wasn't talking completely about his daughter but about his own life, and I don't think anyone had said anything better about life or death.