Contagioso...

Mais do que a peste negra. Mais do que a gripe das aves. Mais do que a malária. Mais do que a tuberculose. Mais do que a poliomielite. Mais do que o sono, ou mesmo do que a gargalhada.

Há canções que são contagiosas.Que não nos largam. Não despegam. Grudam como as sanguessugas e não as conseguimos afugentar. Dou por mim a cantá-las a qualquer hora, a trauteá-las em qualquer lugar. Ficam a martelar na cabeça. Incomodam. Tornam-se automáticas e espontâneas. Às tantas, já nem damos por elas.

Esta é uma dessas...

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give