Para o meu querido
Gonçalo, o emigra-mais-destemido-lá-do-bairro, tão céptico quanto crente: amigo, há palavras esporadicamente usadas e com formas correctíssimas que valem ouro. Se pusermos a Nina Simone a cantá-las, então aí vislumbramos o sublime. Ofereço-te. Ah, e bom dia!
In the morning when the moon is at it's rest,
you will see me at the time I love the best
watching rainbows play on sunlight;
pools of water iced from cold night,in the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
building castles in the shifting sands
in a world that no one understands,
In the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.
[...]
In the evening I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of
the ceiling in my room
Where w'll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothe's lines
May I be yawning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning
"In the morning". Letra de Barry Gibb (1966). Do álbum
Nuff Said de
Nina Simone, é claro. Esta música tem de ser ouvida vezes sem conta. É que faz bem à mente.