Suzanne Vega =) Vou contar uma história...

Dizem que Calypso perdeu a imortalidade quando se apaixonou, ou plo menos assim o gosto de pensar. Porque acho que nenhum amor é imortal, e só o é vivido em pleno estado quando consciente da sua possível perda. Calypso tornou-se comum mortal quando o seu coração se partiu, quando abriu mão daquilo que mais precioso tinha.

Calypso

My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
And I waken to the dawn
A long time ago
I watched him struggle with the sea
I knew that he was drowning
And I brought him into me
Now today
Come morning light
He sails away
After one last night
I let him go.

My name is Calypso
My garden overflows
Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows
My hair it blows long
As I sing into the wind
My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
I tell of nights
Where I could taste the salt on his skin

Salt of the waves
And of tears
And though he,pulled away
I kept him here for years
I let him go

My name is Calypso
I have let him go
In the dawn he sails away
To be gone forever more
And the waves will take him in again
But he'll know their ways now
I will stand upon the shore
With a clean heart

And my song in the wind
The sand will sting my feet
And the sky will burn
It's a lonely time ahead
I do not ask him to return
I let him go
I let him go

Então, cansou-se da solidão e de seu poder e mergulhou no mar torubulento. Nadou e combateu contra as altas ondas que plo caminho se fizeram. Cansada, por fim desistiu e decidiu deixar-se embalar para sempre num sono eterno com o Oceano.
Até que frescas mãos sentiu no rosto e num beijo de ar a acordou. Sentiu o seu interior ser comido por borbuletas, mas de forma indolor.

A sensação... A sensação que outrora vivera era mais forte, mais repentina, mais certa!
Tomou-se nesse amor, com humanidade e coração.
E vive em torno dessa sua nova natureza, feliz.
Nunca agradecera o suficiente a sorte de ter sido empurrada pla maré para a praia. E de ter sido salva por tão belo ser!

Gypsy

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
and let me hear you through the heat

You are the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

Oh, hold me like a baby...

You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your ear
The wisdom on your face
Denies the number of your years
With the fingers of the potter
And the laughing tale of the fool
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules
Yes now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby...

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands
And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

Oh, hold me like a baby...

Já há muito que não ouvia,

mas de facto Suzanne Vega é

uma cantora extraordinária

e encontra-se muito no topo do meu TOP.