CONEXÕES IMPROVÁVEIS

Hoje acordei com a "Javanaise" de Gainsbourg na cabeça.

j'avoue j'en ai bavé pas vous
mon amour
avant d'avoir eu vent de vous
mon amour

ne vous déplaise
en dansant la javanaise
nous nous aimions
le temps d'une chanson

à votre avis qu'avons nous vu
de l'amour
de vous à moi vous m'avez eu
mon amour

ne vous déplaise
en dansant la javanaise
nous nous aimions
le temps d'une chanson

hélas avril en vain me voue
à l'amour
j'avais envie de voir en vous
cet amour

ne vous déplaise
en dansant la javanaise
nous nous aimions
le temps d'une chanson

la vie ne vaut d'être vécue
sans amour
mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu
mon amour

ne vous déplaise
en dansant la javanaise
nous nous aimions
le temps d'une chanson

Depois, por estranhas sinapses, fui buscar "Manhattan Skyline", dos (gulp) A-ha (e não, não é um prazer culpado - é mesmo das poucas canções deles de que gosto):

we sit and watch umbrellas fly
I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry
I hear myself say
my boat's leaving now
so we shake hands and cry
now I must wave goodbye
wave goodbye

you know
I don't want to cry again
don't want to cry again
I don't want to say goodbye
don't wanna cry again
I don't wanna run away
I don't want to race this pain
I'll never see your face again

oh but how
how can you say
that I didn't try
you see things in the depths of my eyes
that my love's run dry
no

we leave to their goodbyes
I've come to depend on the look in their eyes
my blood's sweet for pain
the wind and the rain bring back words of a song
and they say wave goodbye
wave goodbye

you know
I don't want to fall again
I don't wanna know this pain
I don't want another friend
I don't wanna try again
don't want to see you hurt
don't let me see you hurt
I don't wanna cry again
I'll never see your face again

how can you say
that I didn't try
you know I did
you see things
in the depths of my eyes
that my love's run dry

so I read to myself
a chance of a lifetime to see new horizons
on the front page
a black and white picture of
Manhattan skyline

Não sei porque as juntei. Talvez tenha apenas a ver com a melancolia que se desprende de ambas, tão adequada ao dia triste e cinzento e à noite chuvosa. Ou apenas com a convicção de que there's never a forever thing.