Som de Verão...

...fresco e levezinho, mas com alma.

Sérgio

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm

and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.

(The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved)

Sleepless Heart.

Esta música derrete-me... do melhor que já ouvi... e é de um Português!

Sérgio

Believe I wish you no destress
I wish you only well

I only sensed
That my heart as to move on

I feel so ugly, shy
Perhaps I should hold back
And force me on to lie

Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Why can't ease
For a sleepless heart

To look at you could ease my pain
Could be enough for me

I've lost myself
As we lost one another

I wonder if you know
The way you reached my heart
And touched my alien soul

Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Why can't ease
For a sleepless heart

Now

Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Why can't ease
For a sleepless heart

Now

Soon

Foolish love
Soon will fall apart

(Rodrigo Leão - Sleepless Heart, Mãe - 2009)

Pôr do Sol de Nadador Salvador.

Ontem fiz uma coisa que já não fazia há tempos... aliás, duas como vão perceber.

Saí do escritório eram 3 da tarde (e esta foi a primeira "coisa")! Claro que houve uma razão de força maior... o meu PC pifou e fui com ele à assistência técnica, na Maia, a correr muito, para o conseguir voltar a ter hoje de manhã.

Depois não voltei... segui para casa dos meus pais em Vila Chã. Como ainda aproveitei para resolver mais umas trapalhadas, só cheguei à praia às 5 da tarde. Não corria ponta de vento, o sol era quente e húmido... incrível! A maré estava muito cheia, com ondas grandes e correntes fortes. O mar revolto, cheio de espuma, as algas soltas indicavam uma maré nadável apenas para quem sabe o que está a fazer... e como era o caso, não hesitei em dar um mergulho e nadar um bocadinho. A água estava óptima, como raramente está aqui no Norte do país. Consolei-me! Nadei, mergulhei dos rochedos... relaxei... ou quase relaxei...

Passo a explicar. Quando eu cheguei à Praia, chegou ao mesmo tempo, um grupo de mulheres inglesas. As verdadeiras "camones": loiras, vermelhas e com ar de ressaca. Todas bem constituídas (atenção, não disse boazudas nem bonitas), largas de ombros, atléticas, com pelo menos 1,70m de altura e a inspirarem uns 70kg. Eu fui directo à água, enquanto elas se foram despir, pôr protector... até que resolveram ir molhar os pés. Provavelmente, como me viram a nadar tão descontraído, acharam que o mar estava propício... 3 delas entraram mais na água e uma foi logo arrastada. Outra delas, em pânico pela amiga, destraíu-se e foi arrastada também.

Lá tive de as rebocar da água... mandei a 2.ª acalmar-se e continuar a nadar enquanto fui buscar a 1.ª que estava mais longe. Foi com grande esforço que a reboquei, até porque a loira só me queria agarrar, o que me atirava para o fundo. Lá consegui, à moda antiga dos nadadores-salvadores (sem boia), virá-la de barriga para o ar, e nadando debaixo dela, traze-la para a praia. Claro que até conseguir livrar-me dos braços dela e acalma-la, ainda engoli água.

Depois lá fui buscar a outra, que estava mais perto e como tinha visto o que eu fiz com a amiga, deixou-se calmamente abraçar e rebocar.

Esta foi a 2.ª "coisa"... já não tirava ninguém da água há anos... acho que a última vez foi em Porto Côvo, onde havia pessoas a "afogarem-se" com água pelos joelhos!

Entre mil agradecimentos em simultâneo de 6 mulheres histéricas, lá consegui pedir-lhes para olharem para o mar antes de entrarem lá para dentro. E a seguir pirei-me... dasse!

Sérgio

If...

If you were the road
I'd go all the way
If you were the night
I'd sleep in the day
If you were the day
I'd cry in the night
'Cause you are the way
The truth and the light
If you were a tree
I could put my arms around you
And you could not complain
If you were a tree
I could carve my name into your side
And you would not cry,
'Cos trees don't cry

If you were a man
I would still love you
If you were a drink
I'd drink my fill of you
If you were attacked
I would kill for you
If your name was Jack
I'd change mine to Jill for you
If you were a horse
I'd clean the crap out of your stable
And never once complain
If you were a horse
I could ride you through the fields at dawn
Through the day until the day was gone
I could sing about you in my songs
As we rode away into the setting sun

If you were my little girl
I would find it hard to let you go
If you were my sister
I would find it doubly so
If you were a dog
I'd feed you scraps from off the table
Though my wife complains
If you were my dog
I am sure you'd like it better
Then you'd be my loyal four legged friend
You'd never have to think again
And we could be together till the end

(Divine Comedy - If, A Short Album About Love)

Asas...

Asas servem para voar,
Para sonhar, ou para planar
Visitar, espreitar, espiar,
Mil casas do ar.

As asas não se vão cortar;
Asas são para combater,
Num lugar infinito no vacuo,
Para respirar o ar.

As asas são
Para proteger, te pintar
Não te esquecer,
Visitar-te, olhar-te, espreitar-te
Bem alto do ar.

E só quando quiseres pousar
Da paixão que te roer,
É um amor que vês nascer
Sem prazo, idade de acabar.
Não há leis para te prender
Aconteça o que acontecer.

Mas só quando quiseres pousar
Da paixão que te roer,
É um amor que vês nascer
Sem prazo, idade de acabar.

Não há leis para te prender
Aconteça o que acontecer.
Não vejo leis para te prender
Acontença o que acontecer.
Não há leis para te prender
Aconteça o que acontecer...

(GNR - Asas)

You must go and I must set you free...

...cause only that will bring you back to me."

Sérgio

A butterfly flies through the forest rain
And turns the wind into a hurricane
I know that it will happen
'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance

A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return
While round the world computers crash and burn
I know that it will happen
'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance

And I believe
I can see it all so clearly now
You must go and I must set you free
'Cause only that will bring you back to me
I know that it will happen
Because I believe in the certainty of chance

Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. Peace frightens me. Perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of hell. I think of what's in store for my children tomorrow; "The world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose viewpoint? We need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art; in a state of enchantment... detached. Detached.

(Divine Comedy - A Certainty of Chance)

...you are majesty to me, and your spirit will never be dead...

So am I
Good or bad
The way that things did turn out
I did only make you sad

And we cried and we cried
On the phone
Oh, but in my mind
You were never that all alone

Oh, you were majesty
Your roads were heavy
And your longing was cut from bone

So am I
Am I good or bad
Could only awake your anger
I could only make you mad
Now was that how you showed me
That you were still so young and bold
Anyway those fights did drive me
And I was dying of thirst and I wasn't growing old

Oh, you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your roads were very cold
Oh, oh, oh, majesty

But in my mind
I could still climb inside your bed
And I could be victorious
Still the only man to pass through the glorious arch of your head, o-oh

Oh, you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your cheeks were very red

Oh, you were majesty
Now it's like I said
That spirit, it's now dead

Oh, oh, oh, majesty


So am I
Good or bad
The way that things did turn out
I did only make you sad

And we cried and we cried
On the phone
Oh, but in my mind
You were never that all alone

Oh, you were majesty
Your roads were heavy
And your longing was cut from bone

So am I
Am I good or bad
Could only awake your anger
I could only make you mad
Now was that how you showed me
That you were still so young and bold
Anyway those fights did drive me
And I was dying of thirst and I wasn't growing old

Oh, you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your roads were very cold
Oh, oh, oh, majesty

But in my mind
I could still climb inside your bed
And I could be victorious
Still the only man to pass through the glorious arch of your head, o-oh

Oh, you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your cheeks were very red

Oh, you were majesty
Now it's like I said
That spirit, it's now dead

Oh, oh, oh, majesty

(Majesty - Madrugada, Grit)

Acordei com isto na cabeça...

...que se há-de fazer?

Nem gosto da Beyonce, mas esta música... especialmente se ouvirem a versão ao vivo no Ophra Show... pena não estar disponível.

Sérgio

If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted
And go drink beer with the guys

And chase after girls
I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone

I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
'Cause I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It's a little too late for you to come back
Say it's just a mistake
Think I'd forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man

You don't listen to her
You don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
'Cause you're taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy

(If I Were a Boy - Beyonce)

Thank You...

Para ouvirmos ao por-do-sol, em frente ao mar.

Sérgio


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....Im glad.

(Thank you - original dos Led Zepplin - estranhamente prefiro a versão dos Duran Duran... já sei que vou ser "chacinado" por isto!)

Se gostas de mim...

onde vais?
perguntas tu ainda meio a dormir
nao sei bem
respondo eu sem saber o que vestir

porque sais?
ainda é cedo e tu nao sabes mentir
nem eu sei
só sei que fica tarde e tenho de ir

bem depois
de estar na rua instalou-se uma dor
por nós dois
talvez sair tivesse sido melhor

se assim foi
porque me sinto eu a morrer de amor?

tenho a noite a atravessar
doi-me nao ir
mas nao me deixas voltar

se gosto de ti
se gostas de mim
se isto nao chega tens o mundo ao contrario

se gosto de ti
se gostas de mim
se isto nao chega tens o mundo ao contrario
o mundo ao contrario

tenho a noite a atravessar
doi-me nao ir
mas nao me deixas voltar

se gosto de ti
se gostas de mim
se isto nao chega tens o mundo ao contrario

se gosto de ti
se gostas de mim
se isto nao chega tens o mundo ao contrario

se gosto de ti
(o mundo ao contrario)
(o mundo ao contrario)
se gostas de mim
(o mundo ao contrario)
(o mundo ao contrario)
se gosto de ti
se gostas de mim
se isto nao chega tens o mundo ao contrario
o mundo ao contrario
o mundo ao contrario

Adoro esta música... e o filme é pura e simplesmente demais!

Sérgio

...and when I'm sad, you're a clown!

HER: They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
HIM: Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you

HIM: Babe
BOTH: I got you babe
I got you babe

HER: They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
HIM: I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got

HIM: Babe
BOTH: I got you babe
I got you babe

HIM: I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
HER: And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around

HER: Don't let them say your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
HIM: Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb

HIM: Babe
BOTH: I got you babe
I got you babe

HIM: I got you to hold my hand
HER: I got you to understand
HIM: I got you to walk with me
HER: I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so

BOTH: I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

Fiquemos por aqui!

Sérgio

Michael Jackson

Confesso que demorei alguns dias para conseguir digerir a morte deste senhor da pop.

Nunca fui grande fã da sua música. Admirei a originalidade de muitos dos seus temas e o "ineditismo" dos Jackson Five. O que realmente me impressionou desde sempre, foi a forma como este homem dançava. Brutal, único e impressionante.

Michael Jackson "retirou-se" e embarcou por um excentricismo decadente, que o removeu da actualidade musical há 10 anos atrás. Ficam as memórias dos bons tempos da sua genialidade... Em mim, um enorme peso de consciência por ter perdido o concerto de Alvalade em 1992. A sua morte agudizou-me esta dor. Nunca o verei ao vivo e cores... ou mesmo, black & white!

Como em tudo, guardemos o que de bom deu ao mundo e esqueçamos o resto... Mesmo assim, fica-me um amargo na boca: custa-me muito perceber que há pessoas que têm tudo e não aproveitam nada... não saboreiam nada do que a vida lhes dá... Têm capacidades acima dos comuns mortais e não tiram partido delas... custa muito aceitar isso.

Sérgio