GRANDES MOMENTOS DO KITSCH

She may be the face I can't forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or the price
I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She may be the beauty or the beast,
May be the famine or the feast,
May turn each day into a heaven
Or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dream,
A smile reflected in a stream,
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell.

She who always seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last,
May come to me from shadows of the past,
That I'll remember till the day I die.

She may be the reason I survive,
The why and wherefore I'm alive,
The one I'll care for through the rough
And rainy years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
Sheeeeeeee

(Sim, crianças, "She" -ou, em francês, "Tous Les Visages de l'Amour"-, de Charles Aznavour e Herbert Kretzmer, a música-para-cantar-no-banheiro preferida de Robert Smith. Esqueçam a versão que Elvis Costello gravou para aquele filme com a Julia Roberts -legal mesmo é Aznavourzão esticando os eles com seus sotaque franco-armênio. Aguardem, nesta seção, o melhor da cafonice francófila, de Joe Dassin a monsieur Gilbert.)