Carta aberta a Jorge Miguel.

Caro Jorge:

Escrevo-te nesta confusa situação em que me encontro para te manifestar admiração e agradecimento. Dos teus discos que, confesso, às vezes me escuso de partilhar a amigos meus que os tenho, brotam canções sobre canções para estes dias do mais puro inverno. Obrigado. Consta-me andares também um pouco despistado e, desculpa, com isto não me refiro a teres entrado com o teu SUV por uma montra adentro ainda anteontem. A montra não estaria bem decorada, com certeza fizeste bem, e até ficaste cordatamente à espera que a polícia viesse e te fizesse os costumeiros testes. Eu compreendo. Não tenho o teu graveto senão entrar por dentro das lojas com SUV's seria um dos meus desportos favoritos. Mas preocupo-me contigo, assim como me preocupo comigo e como rezar não sei lá vou de remada em remada fazendo o meu lento caminho para a costa. Deixo-te estes versos de Yeats, com certeza inspiradores, para ti... e para mim.


"Let me tell you a secret

Put it in your heart and keep it
Something that I want you to know
Do something for me
Listen to my simple story
And maybe we'll have something to show

You tell me you're cold on the inside
How can the outside world
Be a place that your heart can embrace
Be good to yourself
Because nobody else
Has the power to make you happy

How can I help you
Please let me try to
I can heal the pain
That you're feeling inside
Whenever you want me
You know that I will be
Waiting for the day
That you say you'll be mine

He must have really hurt you
To make you say the things that you do
He must have really hurt you
To make those pretty eyes look so blue

He must have known
That he could
That you'd never leave him
Now you can't see my love is good
And that I'm not him

Won't you let me in
Let this love begin
Won't you show me your heart now
I'll be good to you
I can make this thing true
Show me that heart right now

Who needs a lover
That can't be a friend
Something tells me I'm the one you've been looking for
If you ever should see him again
Won't you tell him you've found someone who gives you more

Someone who will protect you
Love and respect you
All those things
That he never could bring to you
Like I do
Or rather I would
Won't you show me your heart
Like you should
(...)

I can make this thing true
And get to your heart somehow"




Ah, ah, ah, estás a rir, não? Sim estes versos, Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou, que és apenas meses mais velho do que eu, são teus. Obrigado. Fica o vídeo do costume.


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