Regressando no tempo...

Algures, ao ouvir certas músicas, sou transportado para pensamentos que me fazem voltar atrás no tempo, regressando a sítios onde fui feliz. Muito feliz... São momentos que se eternizam na alma, na vida e no coração. Aquela noite do Coliseu de Lisboa, a companhia, a banda, as pessoas, o que nos levou ali e o que nos fez deixar com um enorme sorriso estampado no rosto. Fez? Faz... Não posso deixar de esboçar um sorriso e pensar que a vida é feita destes momentos. Não é à toa que são recordados e condenados à imortalidade, eternizados no tempo e no pensamento. Ali, tal como uma fotografia que existiu, reside um pouco de mim e de quem comigo partilhou aqueles momentos únicos e que continuam bem vivos...

Suede - Sometimes I Feel I'll Float Away
All the colours in the rainbow don't compare
With one look in your impossible eyes
And I walked into the trap with my eyes wide shut
But I never knew what it would be like

All the plans were made
In the wooded glade
Where your body was split wide open
And I count to ten
As the race begins
Round your hairpin bends

Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Without you to hold me

I can't count the times I forgot my lines
And you pretended that you didn't know
Let me take you through each stage of the male mistake
And we'll adopt our natural roles

And I need you more
Than you need to be needed
So I sign my will one stab at a time
And I count to ten
As the race begins
Round your hairpin bends

Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Without you to hold me

Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Sometimes I feel I'll float away
Without you to hold me

Away, away, away, away 

Suede - Trash
Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...

Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...