não vale sequer a pena pensar num "descubra as sete diferenças",

tal é o premeditado afastamento desta interpretação do conhecido

standard de gershwin. melhor será ouvir hiromi uehara e desfrutar.

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george gershwin escreveu esta canção há setenta e sete anos para o musical “shall we dance”, em que astaire a canta para rogers. infelizmente morreu pouco tempo após o filme estrear, não tendo assistido à popularidade que foi ganhando, tornando-se num dos standards incontornáveis do chamado american songbook. no filme, ao contrário do habitual, ginger & fred não dançam na sequência da canção mas, nítida embora longíngua, tenho uma memória dos meus pais a dançarem ao som da cover de frank sinatra. e isso não me podem tirar.

a) ella + louis

b) jane + john

Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note

Though by tomorrow you're gone

The song has ended but as the songwriter wrote,

The melody lingers on.

They may take you from me,

I'll miss your fond caress

But though they take you from me,

I'll still possess...

The way you wear your hat

The way you sip your tea

The memory of all that

No, no they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams

The way you sing off key

The way you haunt my dreams

No, no they can't take that away from me

We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love

Still I'll always, always keep the memory of

The way you hold your knife

The way we danced till three

The way you changed my life

No, no they can't take that away from me

No, they can't take that away from me.

peter pegara na partitura de george, enquanto 
se cumpria mais um solstício e o terceiro calhau,
na sua elipse cósmica, se aproximava o mais
que podia do calor da estrela: chegara o verão...

Summertime,

And the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin'

And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich

And your mamma's good lookin'

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

You're going to rise up singing

Then you'll spread your wings

And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning

There's a'nothing can harm you

With daddy and mamma 

Standing by

Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion. Eh uh, no, make that he, he romanticized it all out of proportion. Better. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. Uh, no, let me start this over...

Chapter One: He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street smart guys who seemed to know all the angles. Ah, corny, too corny for, you know, my taste. Let me, let me try and make it more profound...

Chapter One: He adored New York City. To him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in - no, it's gonna be too preachy, I mean, you know, let's face it, I wanna sell some books here...

Chapter One: He adored New York City. Although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage - too angry. I don't want to be angry...

Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. Oh, I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be.