Confesso que gosto muito da voz da senhora Winehouse. Gosto de vozes femininas com corpo e com alma como a que ela tem. O mesmo não se pode dizer do aspecto da senhora, nem do comportamento que tem, mas isso para mim é secundário.
Ontem à noite confesso que estava à espera de ver uma grande performance vocal, mas a montanha Amy pariu um rato. Ela mal se segurava de pé - tamanha era a broa, juro que nos primeiros minutos do concerto pensei que a senhora estava aflita para ir ao wc e que se ia aliviar mesmo em palco. E a voz dela estava muito longe daquilo a que me habituei a ouvir na rádio.
Valeram-lhe os excelentes músicos que a acompanham e que não deixaram morrer o espectáculo.
É pena vê-la desperdiçar um dom magnífico com que nasceu. Mas enfim, dá Deus nozes...
No entanto, deixo aqui uma das suas canções, talvez uma das minhas favoritas.
Tears dry on their own
All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way,
in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,
I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many weirder things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes thru,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,
I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way,
In this blue shade,
My tears dry on their own,
So we are history,
Your shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own,
I wish I could SAY no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets,
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in your way,
My blue Shade,
My tears dry on their own,
