Esta tem sido uma semana cheia de música. Repleta, diria eu mesmo. Uma semana de repetições e de primeiras experiências. Tentei ir ver The Gift mas não fui bem sucedido. Lá me encaminhei para Sérgio Godinho e Clã. Um fórum Fnac repleto para dois concertos fantásticos. E ontem foi dia de Maria João e Mário Laginha. Devo confessar que praticamente não conhecia o trabalho deles e que adorei o concerto. Fiquei apaixonado pelo Norueguês das percursões.
E de dia em dia, de concerto em concerto a memória foi fazendo o seu trabalho, a nostalgia foi-se apoderando de mim. Foram muitas as recordações, muitas as pessoas que voltaram a estar junto a mim durante estes três concertos. Relembrei dias, noites e outros concertos. Recordei o primeiro concerto a que fui de Lamb (faz no sábado 3 anos), o fantástico Galp Energia 2003 e o desorganizado Super Bock Super Rock 2004.
Algumas das pessoas de quem me lembrei (e inconscientemente recordo todos os dias) estão hoje longe, distantes. Porque a vida tem destas coisas e como alguém me disse uma vez "mudamos várias vezes de amigos, mas amamos sempre aqueles que temos". Para aqueles que amo, amei e sempre amarei; para aqueles que passaram por mim, deixaram marcas e me fizeram sentir vivo; para aqueles que retiraram as suas máscaras e para quem eu retirei as minhas; para aqueles que percorrem ainda hoje a minha vida mesmo que seja só em pensamento; para todos deixo aqui a letra de duas músicas que ilustram o que fica sempre de uma amizade:
" Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while - please promese me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.
We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember, stop and think of me...
Remember me once in a while - please promese me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.
We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember, stop and think of me...
Think of all the things we've shared and seen
- don't think about the things which might have been...
- don't think about the things which might have been...
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Recall those days, look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do -
There will never be a day, when I won't think of you...
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Recall those days, look back on all those times,
Think of the things we'll never do -
There will never be a day, when I won't think of you...
We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea
but please promise me, that sometimes, you will think of me! "
but please promise me, that sometimes, you will think of me! "
(The Phantom of the Opera - Think of me)
" You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and a father -
then my world was shattered
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and a father -
then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
Cold and monumental,
Seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?...
Cold and monumental,
Seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?...
Wishing you were somehow hear a gain
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories,
No more silent tears
Nomore gazing across the wasted years.
Help me say...
No more silent tears
Nomore gazing across the wasted years.
Help me say...
Goodbye!"
(Phantom of the Opera - Wishing you were somehow here again)
Se alguém ler isto e não conhecer as músicas, corram à procura delas porque são lindas.
Hasta la vista
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