Um dos prazeres maiores de quando tinha 12 ou 13 anos, era estar nas noites de férias em casa do Duarte a ouvir música. Ouviamos discos, de toda a espécie de obras (Zeca Afonso, Chansons Revolucionaires, Brassens, Piaf, sonatas de Beethoven, Joan Baez, etc.), e à vezes, quando a melancolia (provocada pelos amores ausentes!) tomava conta de nós, ouviamos pela milésima vez Leonard Cohen, em especial "Suzanne".Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river / You can hear the boats go by /You can spend the night beside her / And you know that she's half crazy / But that's why you want to be there / And she feeds you tea and oranges / That come all the way from China / And just when you mean to tell her / That you have no love to give her / Then she gets you on her wavelength / And she lets the river answer / That you've always been her lover / And you want to travel with her/ And you want to travel blind / And you know that she will trust you / For you've touched her perfect body with your mind... .
Lembro-me de às vezes fechar os olhos e chorar. Por causa das palavras. Por causa da música.
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