The perfect thing to say

Nem sempre é fácil explicar alguma coisa, definir um objecto, um elemento da natureza e muito menos um sentimento. A poesia consegue-o fazer em poucas linhas. Temos o conhecido exemplo da definição de amor por Camões ("Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver") ou, um dos meus preferidos, a explicação de quão importante o mar era para Sophia de Mello Breyner ("Quando eu morrer, haverei de voltar para buscar todos os instantes que não vivi junto ao mar"). Livros inteiros não o fariam melhor. É isto que eu admiro nos grandes poetas, têm sempre the perfect thing to say. E quando a poesia se junta à música é ainda melhor, aí consegue-nos tocar:

You're a falling star
You're the getaway car
You're the line in the sand
When I go to far
You're the swimming pool
On an august day
And you're the perfect thing to say

And you play it coy but it's kinda cute
Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true
Cause you can see it when I look at you

And in this crazy life
And through these crazy times
It's you
It's you
You make me sing
You're every line
You're every word
You're everything

You're a carousel
You're a wishing well
And you light me up
When you ring my bell
You're a mystery
You're from outer space
You're every minute of my every day

And I can't believe that i'm your man
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can
Whatever comes our way

We'll see it through
And you know that's what our love can do

And in this crazy life
And through these crazy times
It's you
It's you
You make me sing
You're every line
You're every word
You're everything

You're every song
And i sing along
Cause you're my everything

by Michael Bublé

Low Rider