... here I go again ...

Geralmente coloco clipes de músicas ou suas letras quando estou sem inspiração para escrever sobre quaisquer assuntos. Mas hoje resolvi mudar um pouco. Num dia meio feio, cinzento, de chuva fina e sem graça, que deixa todo mundo com um espírito de “amargura francesa”, desisti de ir a uma formatura para curtir uma noite de bons filmes. Dei um tempo na minha mania de alugar 4 filmes pra assistir em uma noite, e fiquei satisfeito com apenas dois: Mamma mia!, que perdi de ver no cinema num período meio conturbado (hehe), e As Horas, que vi pela sei-lá-qual vez e que sempre me provoca sentimentos estranhos, nem bons nem ruins. Inclusive já falei do filme aqui, então, pra deixar tudo um pouco mais divertido, resolvi seguir o comentário da produtora do Mamma Mia, quando disse que as músicas do ABBA eram tão empolgantes e dançantes que muitas vezes as pessoas não prestavam atenção em suas letras.
Concordo em gênero, número e grau, pra mim uma boa letra pode dizer muito mais do que qualquer prosa inspirada e bem escrita.
Então, aproveitando um certo clima de reflexão (visto que são 5:50 da manhã, estou são, acabei de rever As Horas e a luz acabou) resolvi me poupar do esforço de tentar me expressar por um texto que talvez não dissesse nada tão bem, e vou me utilizar das letras do Björn e do Benny, dos quais virei mais fã ainda depois de parar um tempo para ver que realmente até ABBA leva à reflexão (afinal, que era bom pra fossa eu já sabia, hehehe)



I wasn’t jealous before we met
Now every man that I see is a potential threat
And I’m possessive
It isn’t nice
You’ve heard me saying
That smoking was my only vice
But now it isn’t true
Now everything is new
And all I’ve learned has overturned
I beg of you
Don’t go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
It was like shooting a sitting duck
A little small talk, a smile and, baby, I was stuck
I still don’t know what you’ve done with me
A grow-up woman should never fall so easily
I feel a kind of fear
When I don’t have you near
Unsatisfied, I skip my pride
I beg you, dear
Don’t go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me

(...)

People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again
We know the start we know he end
Masters of the scene
We’ve done it all before
And now we’re back to get some more
You know what I mean
Voulez-vous
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised, no regrets
Voulez-vous
Ain’t no big decision
You know what to do
La question c’est voulez-vouz
Voulez-vous
Take it now or leave it

(...)


Where are those happy days?
They seem so hard to find
I try to reach for you
But you have closed your mind
What ever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used could be so nice
It use could be so good
So when you’re near, me darling
Can’t you hear me?
SOS
The love you gave me
Nothing else can save me
SOS
When you’re gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you’re gone, thought I try
How can I carry on?
You seem so far away
Thought you are standing near
You made me feel alive
But something died, I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love?
It used to be so good


(...)


I don’t wanna talk
About things we’ve gone trough
Thought it’s hurting me
Now it’s history
I’ve played all my cards
And that’s what you’ve done, too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Besides the victory
That’s her destiny
I was in your arms
Thinking I belong there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I’d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
The god may throw the dice
Their mind as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain?
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators at the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
I don’t wanna talk
‘cause it makes me feel sad
And I understand
You’ve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence, but you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

(...)


I can’t conceal it
Don’t you see?
Can’t you feel it?
Say I do
I do I do I do I do I do
Donna please show it
You Love me
And you know it
Say I do
I do I do I do I do I do


(...)


Here’s to us
One more toast
And then we’ll pay the bill
Deep inside both of us
Could feel the autumn chill
Bird of passage
You and me
We fly instinctively
When the summer’s over
And the dark clouds hide the sun
Neither you nor I’m to blame
When all is said and done
In our lives
We have walked
Some strange and lonely treks
Slightly worn
But dignified
And not too old for sex
Clear-headed and opened-eyed
With nothing left untried
Standing calmly at the crossroads
No desire to run
There’s no hurry anymore
When all is said and done
Standing calmly at the crossroads
No desire to run
There’s no hurry anymore
When all is said and done

(...)


If you change your mind
I’m the first in line
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me let me know
I’m gonna be around
If you got no place to go
If you’re feeling down
If you’re all alone
When the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best
And it ain’t no lie
If you put me to the test
If you let me try
Take a chance on me
We can go dancing
We can go walking
As long as we’re together
Listen to some music
Maybe just talking
You’d get to know me better
Cause you know I’ve got
So much that I wanna do
When I dream I’m alone with you
It’s magic
You want to leave it there
Afraid of a love affair
But I think you know
That I can’t let go


(...)


Mamma mia
Here I go again
My, my
How can I resist you
Mamma mia
Does it show again
My, my
Just how much I’ve missed you?
Yes, I’ve been broken-hearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why
Did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia
Now I really know
My, my
I should not have let you go

(...)


I have a dream
A song to sing
To help me cope
With anything
If you see the wonder
Of a fairy tale
You can take the future
Even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I cross the street
I have a dream

(...)

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Se você conseguiu chegar até aqui, parabéns.. acho que eu não teria paciência para ler essa “esquizofrenia” musical, mas, aconselho, vale a pena..
Inclusive vale a pena pensar se vale a pena (ô redundância..) despender (ou dispender, ou acabo de inventar essa palavra) nosso tempo tão curto analisando e refletindo sobre coisas aparentemente sem relevância..
As músicas do ABBA, por exemplo, que para muitos são bregas, piegas, cafonas, fora de moda, out.
Pois bem, confesso, sou brega, piegas, cafona, fora de moda e out.
Em As Horas, Virginia diz a Leonard, em certo momento que "you cannot find peace by avoiding life". Em outro momento, diz que alguém sempre tem que morrer para as outras pessoas darem valor as suas vidas.
Não sei se isso vale só para as pessoas, ou se também às coisas. Mas, antes delas morrerem, gosto de ficar um bom tempo velando, lembrando, aproveitando, curtindo. Para muitos isso é algo meio destrutivo, depressivo, talvez, ou uma esperança quase infantil de ter o dom de dar vida ao que já morreu. Não sei exatamente.
Mas acho que penso como a Virginia, e, se não dou pulinhos de alegria, pelo menos não evito a vida, não evito as coisas que me acontecem. Aproveito, enquanto posso, na totalidade possível. E na impossível, também. E tenho paz.
Tenho medo de passar o tempo e ver que poderia ter feito algo diferente..

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Se tenho... mas por enquanto acho que tenho dado o melhor e o pior de mim, sem regras, sem limites.