Como uma criança contei-te, em pulgas, que tinha acabado de comprar a trilogia dos Monty Python*. Com uma evidência adulta disseste um já tenho que rebentou a bolha da minha efusividade. Respondi de imediato que então assim os devolveria, para que não sobrassem quando inevitavelmente juntássemos as nossas duas metades.

Ainda não eras meu e mostrei-te o talão de troca.
Riste, porque não sabias.
Eu sorri, tranquilamente.
Porque sabia.
Que o serias.

* Um dos muitos crivos pelos quais foste passando com distinção.

I FOLLOW RIVERS
Lykke Li

Oh, I beg you, can I follow?
Oh, I ask you, why not always?
Be the ocean, where unravel
Be my only, be the water and I'm wading
You're my river running high, run deep, run wild

I, I follow, I follow you
Deep sea baby, I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you
Dark boom honey, I follow you
(…)

Sobre os riscos a lápis e as aparas de borracha, faço das minhas memórias as suas. É ele a caneta de tinta permanente com que escrevo. Ele, no meu sorriso e no meu olhar. Ele, agendado no meu calendário. Todos os dias!

BIG EXIT
P.J. Harvey

(…)
Baby, baby
Ain’t it true
I’m immortal
When I’m with you
(…)

Ele, um livro e uma limonada.
Uma esplanada contemplando o oceano.
Sob um atrevido e arrebatado sol de inverno.

BIRD STEALING BREAD
Iron & Wine

(…)
I've a picture of you
on our favorite day
by the seaside
there's a bird stealing bread
that I brought
out from under my nose

tell me, baby, tell me
does his company make
light of a rainy day?
how I've missed you lately
and the way we would speak
and all that we wouldn't say

do his hands in your hair
feel a lot like a thing
you believe in
(…)

Giro em torno dele, numa órbita regular, presa à sua força gravitacional. Mostro-lhe o meu lado luminoso e o meu lado negro, sem vergonhas. Porque sei que aquele estremecimento que sinto, quando as nossas atmosferas se tocam, mesmo ao de leve, ele também o sente.

SATELLITE OF LOVE
Lou Reed

Satellite's gone
up to the skies
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
(…)

Sem sofrer qualquer resistência, foi um golpe de estado sem precedentes. Ele tomou o poder do meu país sem apoio militar nem eleições. Vivo numa ditadura onde só me resta obedecer [à sua ternura].

Sim, a democracia está sobrevalorizada...

A SUNDAY SMILE
Beirut

(…)
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true.

Roubou-me com a força do seu sorriso e prendeu-me à força do seu carinho. Amarrou-me nos seus braços e já não me deixou partir.

E agora estou assim, à sua mercê... Rendida... Adorando cada milímetro da sua pele, cada tonalidade dos seus olhos.

Não, se a porta estivesse aberta, nem um só músculo meu se moveria.

I’LL TRY ANYTHING ONCE
The Strokes

(…)
when I said 'I can see me in your eyes'
you said 'I can see you in my bed'
that's not just friendship that's romance too
you like music we can dance to

Sit me down
Shut me up
I'll calm down
and I'll get along with you
(...)

and how you fit me like a glove.

Have you got any plans for the next few decades?

I LIKE THE WAY THIS IS GOING
Eels

I like your toothy smile,
it never fails to beguile.
Whichever way the wind is blowing
I like the way this is going.

I like the color of your hair,
I think we make a handsome pair.
I can only see my love growing
I like the way this is going

I like to watch TV with you,
there's really nothing i would rather do.
Then maybe we can go to bed,
get up and do it all again.

I like the way your pants fit,
how you stand and how you sit,
whatever seeds that you're sowing,
I like the way this is going.

I don't care about the past,
none of it was made to last,
it's not what who you've known,
but who you're knowing,

I like the way this is going
I like the way this is going.

Com o ar gélido que vem do norte, só me resta partir.
Levantar voo em direcção a sul. Ao seu calor e ao seu carinho. À sua luz e às suas cores.
A ele que é, em mim, o único ponto cardeal.

HEAR THE NOISE THAT MOVES SO SOFT AND LOW
James Vincent McMorrow

hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
that’s the sound of freshly fallen snow
your love is gold, your love is gold
seems, seems as though we’ll be stuck out here for days
to bang upon these drums that we have made
you never know, you never know

my one, my only one
lies sleeping in the sun
gave chase and so we run
nothing breaks your stride like whats become
ohhhhh

stack, stack the frozen wood next to the shed
pile it up so high then paint it red,
confuse the dogs, confuse the dogs
and time, time we lost is resting on the stairs
the window out reveals the cooler air
and so we go, and so we go

my one, my only one,
lied twice to keep me on
gave chase and so we sung
everything that ends has still begun

from the inside of my mouth
and the slow migration south
it’s not to be denied
it’s not to be denied

Danço com ele no silêncio dos passos, calados por meias grossas de Inverno.
No seu ombro, os meus pensamentos fogem e só sobra sentimento.
Na maciez da sua pele sinto a textura do amor.
E naquela canção, nesta, e em tantas outras, relembro o dia em que reparei em mim a reparar nele.

LA JAVANAISE
Serge Gainsbourg

J'avoue j'en ai bavé pas vous mon amour
Avant d'avoir eu vent de vous mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

À votre avis qu'avons-nous vu de l'amour
De vous à moi vous m'avez eu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

Hélas avril en vain me voue à l'amour
J'avais envie de voir en vous cet amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

La vie ne vaut d'etre vécue sans amour
Mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

Quando mergulho no mar do cinismo, é ele que me traz à tona da lucidez. Que renova a inocência do meu olhar sobre o mundo, antes conspurcado, e me instila, depois e apesar de tudo, confiança no ser humano.

Com ele sou melhor, porque me renovo.
Por ele sou melhor, porque partilho.

DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD TELL YOU?
Benji Hughes

If there's a little man that lives in your heart
with a bow and really tiny darts
When he shoots you, you will fall in love
Why? It's not for you to know
'cause you never had a microscope
One that could see so small
And if most scientists believe
That's why human love was made

Do you think they'd really tell you at all?

If a little woman lives in your brain
Singing to you all the time
Singing all your favorite songs
Singing how she's glad that you're mine
(…)