Ontem eu cantei.

Baixinho, os vizinhos dormiam.  Mas cantei.  Lembramos Janis Joplin e Led Zeppelin, o início. Voltei a tudo que eu já havia sentido na vida com o vibrar de inúmeras cordas vocais e 12 de nylon. Entramos na madrugada sentindo a delícia da música percorrendo nossas veias; já não era mais sangue, e cada porção de silêncio consistia num barulho ensurdecedor e angustiante.  Fazer música, naquele instante, era tão vital quanto respirar.  O limiar da perfeição.  Como se eu sempre soubesse que é assim.

"If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me..."

Thank You - Robert Plant and Jimmy Page

A FACE OCULTA DA NOITE

"Temi sofrer retaliações caso revelasse que o enigma dos adolescentes pode ser decifrado se estudarmos o comportamento social e psicológico das maritacas...
Sim, as maritacas... Mesmo sob exame superficial, as semelhanças saltam aos olhos.
Para começar sempre andam em bandos, maritacas e adolescentes. Uma maritaca solitária e um adolescente solitário são aberrações da natureza. (...)
Depois, são todas iguais, as maritacas. E também os adolescentes. Você já viu uma adolescente se vestir diferente das outras para a festa? O tênis tem de ser da mesma marca. Os jeans, da mesma grife. (...)
Sabiás, no entanto, não padecem de crise de identidade. São aves solitárias e por isso cantam bonito de fazer chorar. Quando eles cantam, todo mundo se cala e escuta. As maritacas são o oposto. Gritam todas ao mesmo tempo. Deus o livre (não me livrou) de assentar-se próximo a uma mesa de adolescentes, na Pizza Hut... Dizem sempre a mesma coisa, dizem sempre igual, dizem sem parar. Mas eles nem ligam. Porque ninguém escuta mesmo.
E finalmente, maritacas e adolescentes não se importam com a direção que estão indo.
Importam-se, sim, com o "agito" enquanto vão."

Para amar alguém...

There's a light, certain kind a light, never ever, never shone on me. Honey, I want my whole life to be lived with you, babe, that's what I want was to be living and loving you.
There's a way, everybody say you can do anything, every thing. But what good,
Honey, what good could it ever bring? 'Cause I ain't got you with my love and I can't find you babe, no I can't.
You don't know, you don't know what it's like, no you don't, honey no, you don't know what it's like to love anybody. Oh honey, I wanna talk about love and trying to hold somebody the way I love you babe, and I've been loving you babe.

In my brain, I can see your face again, I know my frame of mind. But nobody, nobody has to ever be so blind, like I did, I know I was blind, I tell you that I was, I was very, very blind. Oh but I'm just a girl, can't you just take a look at me and tell, tell that I live and I breathe for you, don't you know I do!
But what good, what good, what good could ever do 'Cause I ain't got you, that's all I've ever wanted, and I ain't got you, but I've been looking 'round. But you don't know, you don't know what it's like, no you don't, you don't know what it's like to love anybody. Oh honey I wanna talk about trying to hold somebody when you're lonely the way I loved you, baby, and I just want you to know I tried.

Oh I know that there's a way 'Cause everybody came to me one time and said, "honey, you can do anything, every little thing", and I think I can. Oh, but what good, what awfully good can it ever, ever bring, 'Cause I can't find you with my love, and I can't find you, anywhere.
Oh, but you don't know, you don't know what it's like, No you don't and you never ever, ever did. You don't know, honey, you don't know what it's like oh, to love anybody. Oh, honey I wanna talk about trying to hold you.
...oh let me throw my love, throw my love all around you.

To Love Somebody - Janis Joplin