The windmills of my mind...

Deixemos um pouco de lado os Neverend, mas ali mesmo à mão de semear...

Proponho-vos "The Windmills of your Mind", uma composição de Michel Legrand, numa das suas muitas versões, no caso a de Noel Harrison, agora substituída, a pedido, pela de Nana Mouskouri.

A canção fez parte da música do filme "The Thomas Crown Affair" ("O Grande Mestre do Crime"), de 1968, realizado por Norman Jewison, com Steve McQueen e Faye Dunnaway. Em 1999, John McTiernan realizou um "remake" do filme, interpretado por Pierce Brosnan e Rene Russo.

A letra merece destaque, por isso também aqui fica:


The Windmills of your Mind

Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel thats turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair

(na versão de Nana Mouskouri)

(When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
The color of his eyes)

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind




Que a Primavera vos esteja a ser agradável!