Este vai ser o meu momento de egoísmo. É a minha música e o meu cantor favorito. Às vezes passa algum tempo em que não me lembro dela/dele mas, do nada, lá me surgem aquelas notinhas mágicas e as palavras cantadas com aquela alma que nunca mais encontrei em nenhum cantor. Morreu demasiado novo para mostrar ao mundo o seu talento e escapou-lhe o reconhecimento. Penso que ele não se importou; aliás, esse deveria ser apenas um pormenor para ele, que respirava a música e que nós víamos em cada pedacinho de si. Há-de ser sempre a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

Não sei explicar o porquê da escolha desta música em particular. Sempre foi a minha preferida. Acho que é a letra. Tão profunda e assustadoramente verdadeira. Quando eu falo de verdadeira música e de criação artística praticamente perfeita, é disto que estou a falar:

Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over
Jeff Buckley

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the
funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes
fill up with water
And maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so (you'll never know)

I'm broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need
it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free
and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return, oh, or will I ever
learn
Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he
had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never
come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her
shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I
sleep so soft against her...
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her
laughter
It's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my
soul forever
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going
wrong
Oh... Lover, you should've come over... 'Cause it's
not too late...