Por três vezes, a mesma canção.

    Diz-se que não há duas sem três. Assim sucedeu com uma música ouvida na rádio (por três vezes, a mesma, num curto intervalo de tempo).

      Em pleno verão, o dia revelou-se tempestuoso, tanto no vento como na chuva.
    Por esta última, que regou o dia, veio a propósito a ideia de como no quente verão persiste o chuvoso inverno. Daí que nada melhor do que "set fire to the rain" (de Adele) - assim o ouvi por três vezes na rádio.

Concerto ao vivo no Royal Albert Hall, 2011

         Set Fire To The Rain

I let it fall, my heart,
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me

My hands, they were strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet

But there's a side, to you, that I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true
And the games you'd play, you would always win, always win

But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!

When I lay with you
I could stay there, close my eyes
Feel you here forever
You and me together, nothing is better!

Cause there's a side, to you, that I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true
And the games you'd play, you would always win, always win

But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!

I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
Well, it felt something died
Cause I knew do that was the last time, the last time!

Sometimes I wake up by the door
That heart you caught must be waiting for ya…
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for ya

I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!

I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
Well, it felt something died,
'Cause I knew do that was the last time, the last time!

Oh oh oh oh oh…

Let it burn…

     A força da composição, a potência da voz e a vibração orquestral não me cansam. Ouço-as, repito-as, vivo-as como se fossem o universo que me serve, no contínuo apagar de um calor que não tem estação.

     Caso para dizer que a canção serve o dia 'and it fits my way of living'.