Uma das coisas mais bacanas da vida, pelo menos na minha opinião, são os momentos mágicos em que, inesperadamente, nos identificamos com alguém, momentos em que podemos nos reconhecer em outros seres humanos.
Ontem, em meio às comemorações do Natal da minha turma do Loyola, coloquei para tocar na vitrola, ou melhor, no iPod, uma das músicas mais lindas do Paul, "She is Leaving Home". Imediatamente, frações de segundo após a música começar, escutei um grito do Cd, meu amigo de infância, dizendo que havia ganho o dia ao ouvir a canção. Cheguei perto dele e ele, emocionado, encheu os olhos de lágrimas e me agradeceu...
Eu já sabia que ele gostava dos Beatles tanto como eu, mas me reconhecer na emoção dele, a mesma que eu sinto sempre que escuto a canção, isso foi novo, surpreendente.
Assim, Cris, este post é para vc. Este post é para celebrarmos nossa amizade que anda um tanto quanto restrita aos encontros anuais do Natal, mas, mesmo assim, firme e forte em emoções!
Bisous
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She is Leaving Home
John & Paul
"Wednesday morning at five o´clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
She
We gave her most of our lives
Is leaving
Sacrified most of our lives
Home
We gave her everything money could buy
She´s leaving home after living alone
For so many years
Father snores as his wife gets into
Her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that´s lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our baby is gone"
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?
She
We never thought of ourselves
Is leaving
Never a thought of ourselves
Home
We struggled hard all our lives to get by
She´s leaving home after living alone
For so many years
Friday morning at nine o´clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade
She
What did we do that was wrong?
Is having
We didn´t know it was wrong
Fun
Fun is the one thing that money can´t buy
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years
She´s leaving home, bye, bye"
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