The Louvre

There’s something about Lorde’s Melodrama that I can’t put my finger on. It’s been three weeks since the album came out, been on – repeat since, and still, I can’t seem to get tired of it. It’s a great body of work with each song telling its part of a story to complete the loose narrative of a night out, the metaphor Lorde used for young adulthood, and the emotions associated with it. And as I was browsing YouTube for Lorde’s performances for her set in the Roskilde Festival in Denmark, I was lucky enough to find one for The Louvre, one of the standout tracks from Melodrama.

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Stolen

When I was still a kid, whenever the month of March approaches, I can’t help but wish for the days to pass me by faster than the usual. In the Philippines, March is the last month of the school year, and the impending end of it only means one thing: summer.

I love summer, with the heat it brings, and the memories it create. Summer is when most of my happiest memories happen. Summer is when these merry – making festivities are held: town fiestas, family getaways, and my birthday celebrations.

But summer is also when bittersweet encounters do happen. The exchange of words, actions, and feelings that leads to catching an inextinguishable fire in our hearts, and soul when summer is just about to end, it is an encounter that changes you. When human contact is involved, and the heat of the summer serves as the background for these interactions, the inevitable occurs: summer love.

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