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terça-feira, 13 de julho de 2010

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O ídolo máximo de Rick Bonadio. Versão fantástica, gravada na BBC em 1968, de uma das músicas mais bonitas de Leonard. No ínico ele explica que fez de coração para uma garota, só que errou na pronuncia de seu nome. Mas se ela prestou atenção nessa letra maravilhosa ela realmente não deve ter se importado.

Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

(verso extra:
If you leave where will I keep you then?
In my heart, as some men say.
And I, who was born to love everyone,
Why should I keep you so far away?)

Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...

Que forma maravilhosa de registrar um amor. Versos simples que chegam no ponto do que é amar. Uma vontade de rir e chorar e rir e chorar de tudo de novo. Abrir uma gaveta para declarações e nunca trancar por vergonha ou tempo perdido. Dedicar-se e sentir que o mundo não precisa de muita gente para girar direito, basta uma para trocar olhares, rir, chorar, e rir e chorar de tudo de novo. De novo.

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