With two successful albums in the span of only nine months, Simon soon found herself solidified as a famous and immensely popular singer/songwriter. In 1971, she received a Grammy Award for Best New Artist of the Year, and additionally one nomination in the “Best Pop Female Vocalist” category.
Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain”
In November of 1972, Carly Simon released her third album, and it was intended to be her big commercial breakthrough. No Secrets spent five weeks at No. 1 on the US Billboard 200 chart and quickly achieved gold status.
It was a great album that spread all over the world, spending weeks and weeks on the top of the charts in countries like Norway, Australia and Canada. But it was one song in particular – the third on the album – that would change her life forever.
You’re So Vain was the song that most people reference when talking of Carly Simon. It was a smash-hit right away, and throughout the years, it’s grown even bigger and bigger.
The song is currently ranked at No. 92 on Billboard‘s Greatest Songs of All-Time list. In 2014, it was voted as number as no 216 when Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) asked the question of the best songs of the century. That same year, it was crowned as the ultimate song of the 1970’s by the UK Official Charts Company.
The album was recorded at the famous Trident Studios in London, England, where bands like The Beatles recorded The White Album and David Bowie made Space Oddity.
You’re So Vain – recording
You’re So Vain also held plenty of secrets when it was released, and for many years it was the subject of one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. But we’ll get to that soon.
Firstly, Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger is uncredited on the song, even though he sings on the chorus.
At the time of the recording, several other famous artists were at the Trident Studios, and the likes of Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney, legendary record producer George Martin, and Harry Nilsson watched her record. Actually, McCartney himself pitched in to guest star with background vocals.
And then there was Mick Jagger. Carly Simon wrote in her memoir that he actually invited himself to the recording. Jagger had pursued her in London and called Trident Studios once he understood she was there.
“It was shortly after midnight. Mick and I, we were close together – the same height, same coloring, same lips,” Simon writes.
“I felt as if I was trying to stay within a pink gravity that was starting to loosen its silky grip on me. I was thrilled by the proximity, remembering all the times I had spent imitating him in front of my closet mirror.”
As mentioned, You’re So Vain was a rock ‘n’ roll mystery. It’s always fun to know the background story of a song, wether its about a certain event, a person, or if that one line is a reference for something special.
You’re So Vain – who is it about?
In Carly Simon’s case, no one knew who You’re So Vain was about.
Some guessed – and had conspiracy theories – that the song was about Mick Jagger. Sure, there was a pretty clear connection between the two, especially since he actually sang on the record.
But no, it turns out the rumours were wrong. The truth is that You’re So Vain – at least the second verse – is about one-time Hollywood lothario Warren Beatty, whom she dated briefly in the early 1970’s.
“You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair.
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.
Clouds in my coffee”.
In her memoir, Carly revealed that the song was also about two other people, but she won’t reveal who they were.
“I don’t think so,” she told People. “At least until they know it’s about them.”
“Probably, if we were sitting over at dinner and I said: ‘remember that time you walked into the party and…’ I don’t know if I’ll do it. I never thought I would admit that it was more than one person.”
Simon dated Warren Beatty for a short while in the ’70s, and described him as a “glorious specimen” who put all other men “to shame, if looks and charm were what you were after.”
Carly Simon – James Taylor
So what about Carly Simon’s love life besides Warren? Well, she’s been married once, to singer/songwriter James Taylor.
They had met briefly as children, and then again in her dressing room in 1971. She described the latter meeting in her book. Taylor was there together with his then-girlfriend Joni Mitchell.
“He was barefoot, long-legged, long-footed – and is knees were bent,” she wrote in her memoir.
”He wore dark red, loose, wide-wale corduroys and a long-sleeved Henley with one button open, his right hand clutching a self-rule cigarette. His hair, simultaneously shiny and disheveled, fell evenly on both sides of his head, and he wore a scruffy, understated mustache, the kind so fashionable back in the yearly 1970s. He seemed both kempt and unkempt. Even sprawled out on the floor, everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something – the core of an apple, the center of a note.”
Carly Simon and James Taylor started dating later the same year and tied the knot in November of 1972. 11 years later, the couple divorced, but it wasn’t just because they didn’t have the same love for each other anymore.
Carly Simon – children
Simon explained that it mostly had to do with drugs. They had two children, now grown up and working in the music business. Daughter Sally Taylor is 46 years old and Ben Taylor’s 43.
Her memoir Boys in the Trees pretty much ends with her marriage to James Taylor. Her son hasn’t read the book. But her daughter has.
“I think he would feel more conflicted than Sally did,” Simon told ABC in 2016. “I had told her almost everything, but when she read it all together, she was just so amazed. She said, ‘I’m so proud of you for being able to tell it like it is for you.’”
Carly Simon was later engaged to musician Russ Kunkel in 1985. She married writer James Hart in December 1987, but the couple divorced in 2007.
Carly Simon, now 75 years of age, continued making music for many years to come. And, as a by-product, continued to win several awards for her trophy cabinet.
Her 1977 worldwide hit Nobody Does It Better was the theme song of the Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. It’s considered by many to be one of the greatest Bond anthems of all time.
Hall of Fame entry
In 1988, she released the song Let The River Run, first featured in the 1988 movie Working Girl. With the song, she became the first singer ever to win three major awards for a single track: an Academy Award, a Grammy and a Golden Globe.
Six years later, in 1994, Carly was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Carly Simon lived a happy life during the 1960s and 1970s. She sure is a legendary singer with a legacy that will live on forever.
Thank you for all the wonderful music, Carly, and we hope to hear more in the future.
Please, share this story with friends and family!
When Carly Simon wrote the song You’re So Vain, her career changed forever, and yet the song remains one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. Who is the person Simon is singing about?
Well, Carly herself has revealed who the classic song is about.
The 1970’s sure was a time for great music. During the 1960’s, bands like The Beatles had conquered the world, and now it was time for the likes of Bob Dylan and others to take over.
Carly Simon – singer/songwriter
One of those who did just that was Carly Simon. The wonderful singer/songwriter became one of the most popular artists when her career began to grow in the early 1970’s.
We’ve all heard You’re so Vain and various other classics from the New Yorker. But what about her life? And who was You’re so Vain actually about? This is the story of the wonderful Carly Simon.
Carly Simon was born on June 25, 1945, in New York City, the youngest daughter of an upper-class New York family. Her father Richard Simon was the co-founder of the Simon & Schuster publishing company.
Carly Simon – childhood
Now, Carly’s childhood wasn’t exactly perfect. As a third daughter, she often felt inadequate. Did her parents really want her?
“After two daughters he’d been counting on a son, a male successor to be named Carl. When I was born, he and Mommy simply added a y to the word, like an accusing chromosome: Carly,” she said.
When she was just 7 or 8 years old, Carly experienced a string of disturbing sexual encounters with a teenage boy.
“I didn’t realize that I was being used,” she said in an interview with USA Today. “I thought of myself as being in love with him. I’m sure a lot of girls go through the same thing.”
As a young girl, Carly got to see what the music industry was all about. But it would be some time before she would become the sensation she was.
Simon split her time between her family’s townhouse in Greenwich Village, New York and a wonderful estate in Stamford, Connecticut. The estate in Stamford saw the young girl surrounded by celebrities like Albert Einstein and Eleanor Roosevelt.
The Simon family were also good friends of legendary baseball player Jackie Robinson, who soon would take Carly under his wing. Jackie Robinson and his family lived in the Stamford house while their own home was under construction.
Befriended Jackie Robinson
She got to sit in the dugout at the old Ebbets Field in Brooklyn – home of the then-Brooklyn Dodgers. Soon, she became the unofficial mascot of the team.
“Jackie even taught me how to bat lefty, though it never took”, Simon wrote in her memoir Boys in the Trees (2015).
“He always had the cutest look around the side of his mouth, as if he were thinking about what he was about to say before he said it.”
However, the family would go through a tragedy. Simon’s father was strong-armed out of his own company, and died in 1960, just before his daughter’s 16th birthday.
For her part, Carly showed an early interest in music. She started singing together with brother Joey – who later became a successful writer, writing the music for the Broadway show The Secret Garden – but later, it was her and her sister who would go on to pursue a career in the business.
As Carly wrote on her website, she and sister Lucy taught themselves three chords on the guitar and hitch-hiked up to Provincetown, MA in the summer of 1964.
The Simon Sisters – as they called themselves – sang at a local bar called The Moors, with a repertoar consisting of folk music, as well as some of their own songs.
Touring with sister Lucy
Carly Simon and Lucy were eventually signed to Kapp Records and played a couple of clubs in Greenwich Village, opening for early comedians Woody Allen and Dick Cavett, among others, and even played in the UK.
In her memoir, Simon recalls the boat trip across the Atlantic heading home.
They were on the same boat as Sean Connery, and Carly and her sister ended up spending the trip with the actor. At that point, of course, no one could realize or even imagine that Carly would write a Bond theme song 12 years later.
The sister duo released three albums in the 1960s before Lucy left to get married.
Carly Simon was on her own, but still determined to forge a career in the music industry. However, her career had a slow start. She started working as a summer-camp counselor and as a secretary on a TV show.
Carly’s career
In February of 1971, Simon released her debut album Carly Simon. The song That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be – an anti-marriage-song – became her first hit, reaching No. 10 on the Billboard Hot 100 list.
In October, later the same year, Simon released her second album, Anticipation. By now, things had really started to blow up. Her album went gold in two years and contained the smash hit Anticipation, which peaked at No. 13 on the Billboard pop singles chart and also at No. 3 on the Billboard Adult Contemporary chart in the United States.
According to herself, Simon wrote the song in just 15 minutes while waiting for Cat Stevens at her place, whom she was dating at the time and had made dinner for. When he arrived, the song was ready, but the date only lasted a short while.
“He gave me whispers and drawings of Blake poems,” Carly Simon said. “He told me about his childhood, his mixed Greek and Swedish parents, and we made a connection that has lasted.”
With two successful albums in the span of only nine months, Simon soon found herself solidified as a famous and immensely popular singer/songwriter. In 1971, she received a Grammy Award for Best New Artist of the Year, and additionally one nomination in the “Best Pop Female Vocalist” category.
Carly Simon – “You’re So Vain”
In November of 1972, Carly Simon released her third album, and it was intended to be her big commercial breakthrough. No Secrets spent five weeks at No. 1 on the US Billboard 200 chart and quickly achieved gold status.
It was a great album that spread all over the world, spending weeks and weeks on the top of the charts in countries like Norway, Australia and Canada. But it was one song in particular – the third on the album – that would change her life forever.
You’re So Vain was the song that most people reference when talking of Carly Simon. It was a smash-hit right away, and throughout the years, it’s grown even bigger and bigger.
The song is currently ranked at No. 92 on Billboard‘s Greatest Songs of All-Time list. In 2014, it was voted as number as no 216 when Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) asked the question of the best songs of the century. That same year, it was crowned as the ultimate song of the 1970’s by the UK Official Charts Company.
The album was recorded at the famous Trident Studios in London, England, where bands like The Beatles recorded The White Album and David Bowie made Space Oddity.
You’re So Vain – recording
You’re So Vain also held plenty of secrets when it was released, and for many years it was the subject of one of rock ‘n’ roll’s biggest mysteries. But we’ll get to that soon.
Firstly, Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger is uncredited on the song, even though he sings on the chorus.
At the time of the recording, several other famous artists were at the Trident Studios, and the likes of Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney, legendary record producer George Martin, and Harry Nilsson watched her record. Actually, McCartney himself pitched in to guest star with background vocals.
And then there was Mick Jagger. Carly Simon wrote in her memoir that he actually invited himself to the recording. Jagger had pursued her in London and called Trident Studios once he understood she was there.
“It was shortly after midnight. Mick and I, we were close together – the same height, same coloring, same lips,” Simon writes.
“I felt as if I was trying to stay within a pink gravity that was starting to loosen its silky grip on me. I was thrilled by the proximity, remembering all the times I had spent imitating him in front of my closet mirror.”
As mentioned, You’re So Vain was a rock ‘n’ roll mystery. It’s always fun to know the background story of a song, wether its about a certain event, a person, or if that one line is a reference for something special.
You’re So Vain – who is it about?
In Carly Simon’s case, no one knew who You’re So Vain was about.
Some guessed – and had conspiracy theories – that the song was about Mick Jagger. Sure, there was a pretty clear connection between the two, especially since he actually sang on the record.
But no, it turns out the rumours were wrong. The truth is that You’re So Vain – at least the second verse – is about one-time Hollywood lothario Warren Beatty, whom she dated briefly in the early 1970’s.
“You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair.
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.
Clouds in my coffee”.
In her memoir, Carly revealed that the song was also about two other people, but she won’t reveal who they were.
“I don’t think so,” she told People. “At least until they know it’s about them.”
“Probably, if we were sitting over at dinner and I said: ‘remember that time you walked into the party and…’ I don’t know if I’ll do it. I never thought I would admit that it was more than one person.”
Simon dated Warren Beatty for a short while in the ’70s, and described him as a “glorious specimen” who put all other men “to shame, if looks and charm were what you were after.”
Carly Simon – James Taylor
So what about Carly Simon’s love life besides Warren? Well, she’s been married once, to singer/songwriter James Taylor.
They had met briefly as children, and then again in her dressing room in 1971. She described the latter meeting in her book. Taylor was there together with his then-girlfriend Joni Mitchell.
“He was barefoot, long-legged, long-footed – and is knees were bent,” she wrote in her memoir.
”He wore dark red, loose, wide-wale corduroys and a long-sleeved Henley with one button open, his right hand clutching a self-rule cigarette. His hair, simultaneously shiny and disheveled, fell evenly on both sides of his head, and he wore a scruffy, understated mustache, the kind so fashionable back in the yearly 1970s. He seemed both kempt and unkempt. Even sprawled out on the floor, everything about him communicated that he was, in fact, the center of something – the core of an apple, the center of a note.”
Carly Simon and James Taylor started dating later the same year and tied the knot in November of 1972. 11 years later, the couple divorced, but it wasn’t just because they didn’t have the same love for each other anymore.
Carly Simon – children
Simon explained that it mostly had to do with drugs. They had two children, now grown up and working in the music business. Daughter Sally Taylor is 46 years old and Ben Taylor’s 43.
Her memoir Boys in the Trees pretty much ends with her marriage to James Taylor. Her son hasn’t read the book. But her daughter has.
“I think he would feel more conflicted than Sally did,” Simon told ABC in 2016. “I had told her almost everything, but when she read it all together, she was just so amazed. She said, ‘I’m so proud of you for being able to tell it like it is for you.’”
Carly Simon was later engaged to musician Russ Kunkel in 1985. She married writer James Hart in December 1987, but the couple divorced in 2007.
Carly Simon, now 75 years of age, continued making music for many years to come. And, as a by-product, continued to win several awards for her trophy cabinet.
Her 1977 worldwide hit Nobody Does It Better was the theme song of the Bond movie The Spy Who Loved Me. It’s considered by many to be one of the greatest Bond anthems of all time.
Hall of Fame entry
In 1988, she released the song Let The River Run, first featured in the 1988 movie Working Girl. With the song, she became the first singer ever to win three major awards for a single track: an Academy Award, a Grammy and a Golden Globe.
Six years later, in 1994, Carly was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Carly Simon lived a happy life during the 1960s and 1970s. She sure is a legendary singer with a legacy that will live on forever.
Thank you for all the wonderful music, Carly, and we hope to hear more in the future.
Please, share this story with friends and family!
Passei a vida procurando minha mãe — quando finalmente a conheci, ela disse: “Acho que você está aqui pelo que está no porão”
Criado em lares adotivos durante toda a sua vida, Steve passou a vida procurando por sua mãe que ele nunca conheceu. Quando ele finalmente a encontrou, suas primeiras palavras não foram “Senti sua falta”. Em vez disso, ela disse: “ACHO QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ AQUI PELO QUE ESTÁ NO PORÃO”, guiando-o para baixo, onde uma verdade arrepiante o aguardava.
Passei 20 anos me perguntando como seria olhar minha mãe nos olhos e perguntar: “Por que você me deixou?” De um lar adotivo para outro, agarrei-me à ideia frágil de que ela nunca quis realmente me abandonar.
Ela deve ter me amado. Suas canções de ninar permaneceram gravadas em minhas memórias… como uma faca cortando anos de abandono, abrindo as feridas de cada aniversário perdido, cada manhã de Natal e cada momento em que uma mãe deveria estar lá, mas não estava.
Um homem chateado | Fonte: Pixabay
No silêncio de noites solitárias sem fim, eu repetia a voz dela como uma fita gasta, procurando desesperadamente por alguma prova de que eu não era apenas mais uma criança indesejada. Que em algum lugar, em algum canto escondido do mundo, eu significava algo para alguém. Que eu era mais do que apenas um problema a ser resolvido, ou um fardo a ser passado de uma casa para outra.
Toda noite, eu fechava meus olhos e imaginava o rosto dela que eu nunca tinha visto. Ela estava lá fora em algum lugar. Eu só tinha que encontrá-la.
Quando fiz 18 anos, comecei minha busca. Não foi fácil. Eu nem sabia o nome completo dela — só Marla. Nenhuma foto, nenhuma pista, nada além do som da voz dela nos meus sonhos, um sussurro fantasmagórico que me confortava e me atormentava.
Um homem solitário dirigindo um carro | Fonte: Midjourney
Por anos, vasculhei registros de assistência social, cheguei a becos sem saída com investigadores particulares e desperdicei dinheiro em bancos de dados online. Cada pista escapou por entre meus dedos como fumaça, deixando para trás apenas o gosto amargo da decepção e um coração que se recusou a desistir.
Então, algumas semanas depois do meu 20º aniversário, tive uma oportunidade.
Uma das minhas antigas mães adotivas, Sharon (a única mulher que chegou perto de se sentir uma mãe de verdade), encontrou um envelope nas minhas coisas de infância com um endereço escrito à mão no verso de um antigo documento de serviços familiares.
Ela se desculpou por não me contar antes, com os olhos pesados de culpa e esperança, explicando que achava que não era da sua conta interferir no meu passado.
Uma mulher idosa triste segurando uma pilha de documentos | Fonte: Midjourney
No momento em que vi o nome, meu pulso acelerou.
“Marla” rabiscada em tinta desbotada, cada letra uma potencial linha de vida para minha história perdida. E um endereço em uma cidade a duas horas de distância, perto o suficiente para alcançar, mas ainda impossivelmente longe.
Era ela. Minha mãe. Eu podia sentir isso na medula dos meus ossos, no tremor das minhas mãos e na batida desesperada de um coração que esperou uma vida inteira por esse momento.
Um homem ansioso segurando a cabeça | Fonte: Midjourney
Economizei para comprar um terno novo… nada extravagante, apenas uma jaqueta azul-marinho simples e calças que me faziam parecer o filho que ela nunca conheceu. Comprei um buquê de margaridas. Não tinha certeza se ela iria gostar delas.
Então, quase como uma reflexão tardia, passei na padaria para comprar um bolo de chocolate porque… bem, parecia certo. Uma oferta de paz. Uma celebração. Uma esperança, talvez?
Então dirigi até a casa, e cada quilômetro parecia uma jornada através de anos de perguntas sem resposta.
Minhas pernas pareciam gelatina enquanto eu subia as escadas. A tinta marrom da porta estava lascada, e a aldrava de bronze estava manchada de verde. Meu pulso batia forte em meus ouvidos, um ritmo estrondoso de esperança e terror enquanto eu batia.
Um homem batendo na porta | Fonte: Midjourney
A porta se abriu com um rangido e lá estava ela.
Ela parecia mais velha, com rugas profundas esculpidas ao redor da boca, como rios de histórias não ditas, o cabelo prateado nas têmporas, uma coroa de experiências das quais eu nada sabia.
Mas os olhos dela… Deus, eles eram meus olhos. O mesmo formato, a mesma profundidade e o mesmo olhar assombrado de alguém procurando por algo perdido.
“Você é Marla?”, gaguejei, minha voz frágil como vidro, pronta para quebrar com a menor rejeição.
Ela inclinou a cabeça, seus lábios se abrindo levemente. Por um momento, pensei ter visto algo piscar ali. Uma faísca de memória? Reconhecimento? Culpa?
Uma mulher mais velha chocada | Fonte: Midjourney
“Eu sou Steve”, eu disse abruptamente. “Eu… eu acho que estou aqui para te encontrar.”
O rosto dela congelou. Ela me estudou como se estivesse tentando juntar as peças, como se eu fosse um quebra-cabeça que ela vinha evitando há anos. Finalmente, seus lábios se contraíram em um sorriso fraco e ilegível — parte bem-vindo, parte aviso.
“NÃO”, ela disse suavemente, sua voz carregando um peso de mistério e algo mais sombrio. “ACHO QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ AQUI PELO QUE ESTÁ NO PORÃO.”
“O quê?” Eu pisquei, meus dedos instintivamente apertando as margaridas. “Eu… eu não entendo.”
“Venha comigo”, ela disse, já se virando para caminhar pelo corredor, não como uma mãe acolhedora, mas como uma guia me levando para um território desconhecido.
Uma escada de madeira em uma casa | Fonte: Pexels
Hesitei. Não era assim que reuniões deveriam acontecer. Mas meus pés se moveram de qualquer maneira enquanto eu a seguia.
A casa exalava ao meu redor, velha e pesada com história. Cheirava a ar viciado e naftalina, com uma tênue e inquietante corrente subterrânea de algo metálico.
O piso de madeira rangia sob nossos passos enquanto ela me guiava pelo corredor mal iluminado. Sombras dançavam no papel de parede descascado, nos observando com intensidade silenciosa.
“Ei, podemos… podemos conversar primeiro?”, perguntei, minha voz tremendo. As flores em minha mão agora pareciam uma oferenda infantil, absurdamente deslocada. “Eu vim até aqui, e eu —”
Um homem confuso segurando a cabeça | Fonte: Midjourney
“Nós conversaremos”, ela interrompeu, seu tom não admitindo discussão. “Mas primeiro, você precisa ver uma coisa.”
“Viu o quê?”
O silêncio foi sua única resposta.
A porta do porão assomava no final do corredor, a tinta descascando em longas tiras serpenteantes, como cicatrizes tentando revelar algo abaixo da superfície. Ela a abriu sem dizer uma palavra ou olhar para trás.
Hesitei novamente, minha respiração presa na garganta. O ar que subia das escadas era mais frio, mais pesado e denso, com algo mais do que temperatura. Algo visceral. Algo esperando.
Uma porta | Fonte: Pexels
Ela começou a descer, seus passos firmes na escada de madeira que rangia. Eu a segui relutantemente, meu pulso batendo mais forte a cada rangido e cada gemido da madeira envelhecida.
No fundo, ela parou em frente a um velho baú. Suas dobradiças estavam enferrujadas, comidas pelo tempo, sua superfície coberta por uma espessa camada de poeira.
Ela se ajoelhou, seus movimentos precisos e calculados. Não os movimentos de uma mãe surpresa ou emocionada, mas de alguém executando um cenário planejado há muito tempo.
Ela abriu.
Minha respiração engatou. Quase parou. E ficou suspensa entre terror e descrença.
Uma velha caixa de ferro no porão | Fonte: Midjourney
Dentro havia fotografias. Centenas delas. Uma vida inteira de imagens. Meticulosamente coletadas. Cuidadosamente preservadas. E eram todas de MIM. Cada uma delas.
De um recém-nascido em um cobertor de hospital até minha foto recente da carteira de motorista. Fotos da escola. Momentos espontâneos. Imagens que sugeriam que alguém estava observando. Rastreando. Colecionando. Minha vida inteira documentada por olhos invisíveis.
Fiquei olhando, meu cérebro lutando para compreender o impossível.
“O-O que é isso?”, gaguejei, recuando até minha espinha pressionar contra a parede fria do porão. As fotografias pareciam respirar ao meu redor.
Fotografias antigas em uma caixa de porta-malas | Fonte: Midjourney
Marla enfiou a mão no porta-malas e tirou uma foto, segurando-a contra a luz fraca e empoeirada. Era uma foto minha quando adolescente, sentada em um banco de parque, perdida em um livro. A imagem era tão íntima, tão inesperadamente sincera que fez minha pele arrepiar.
Eu nem sabia que alguém tinha tirado aquela foto. Há quanto tempo ela estava observando? Quantos momentos da minha vida foram capturados sem meu conhecimento?
“Eu estava observando você”, ela admitiu, suas palavras carregadas de dor e algo mais sombrio.
“Me observando? O que isso significa? Você está me ‘perseguindo’?”
Os olhos dela encontraram os meus. “Eu precisava saber que você estava bem.”
Uma mulher idosa triste | Fonte: Midjourney
“Okay? Você me abandonou, me deixou apodrecendo em um orfanato, me passou de casa em casa como um pacote indesejado, e você está me dizendo que me ‘observou’? De longe? Isso deveria melhorar as coisas?”
“Eu não pude vir por você”, ela disse, sua voz falhando levemente, a primeira emoção genuína que eu vi. “Eu queria, mas—”
“Por quê?” Eu a interrompi, minhas mãos tremendo tão violentamente que as margaridas que eu trouxe começaram a cair, as pétalas se espalhando como meus sonhos despedaçados. “Por que você não veio por mim? Por que você me deixou em primeiro lugar?”
Um homem atordoado | Fonte: Midjourney
Ela fechou os olhos, os ombros caindo sob o peso de anos de silêncio e segredos.
“Porque eu pensei que estava protegendo você. Seu pai… ele não era um bom homem.”
“Me protegendo? Me abandonando? Me deixando pular de um lar adotivo de merda para outro?”
Ela se encolheu, mas não desviou o olhar. “Seu pai era perigoso”, ela disse calmamente, sua voz tremendo com um medo profundo e assustador. “O tipo de homem que teria machucado você para chegar até mim. Eu pensei que se eu te entregasse, ele nunca te encontraria. Você estaria segura.”
Um homem duvidoso | Fonte: Midjourney
“Seguro?” Eu ri amargamente, o som oco e quebrado. “Você sabe como era? Sempre ser o ‘garoto problema’, aquele que ninguém queria? Você sabe quantas noites eu chorei até dormir, me perguntando por que você não me queria?”
Lágrimas brotaram em seus olhos, ameaçando derramar. “Eu queria você, filho”, ela sussurrou, sua voz áspera com dor maternal. “Todos os dias, eu queria você. Mas eu pensei… eu pensei que você teria uma vida melhor sem mim.”
“Bem, você estava errado”, eu disse friamente.
Ela assentiu, suas mãos tremendo no colo como pássaros feridos. “Eu sei. Eu sei que eu estava errada. E eu sinto muito, Steve. Eu sinto muito, muito mesmo.”
Um homem apontando o dedo para alguém | Fonte: Pexels
A emoção crua na voz dela me pegou desprevenido. Desviei o olhar, minha garganta apertando com anos de dor não expressa.
“Eu não podia mais me esconder. Eu não podia continuar fingindo que o que eu fiz foi certo. Eu te machuquei, e eu nunca vou me perdoar por isso. Mas eu tinha que te contar a verdade. Mesmo que você me odeie por isso”, ela acrescentou.
Sentei-me pesadamente no último degrau, minha cabeça entre as mãos. Minha mente era um caos de emoções cruas e irregulares. A raiva queimava como fogo, a confusão se retorcia como uma faca, e uma tristeza estranha e dolorida parecia sangrar por cada pensamento.
“Não sei se posso te perdoar”, eu disse finalmente.
“Eu não espero que você faça isso”, ela disse suavemente. “Eu só… eu quero que você saiba que eu nunca parei de te amar. Nem por um segundo.”
Uma mulher chorando | Fonte: Midjourney
Olhei para ela. Seu rosto estava marcado pelo arrependimento, e seus olhos brilhavam com lágrimas não derramadas. Ela parecia mais velha do que sua idade, como se a culpa tivesse gravado sua história em sua pele.
“Não sei como fazer isso”, admiti. “Não sei como simplesmente… superar tudo.”
“Você não precisa. Eu não quero apagar o que aconteceu. Eu só quero tentar. Se você me deixar.”
A sinceridade em sua voz era quase demais para suportar. Engoli em seco, minha garganta apertada com uma vida inteira de emoções não ditas.
“Você não pode desfazer o passado”, eu disse. “Mas talvez possamos descobrir para onde ir a partir daqui.”
Um homem de coração partido | Fonte: Midjourney
Seus olhos se arregalaram e, pela primeira vez, lágrimas rolaram livremente por suas bochechas — cada gota brilhante carregando o peso de anos de sofrimento silencioso. Ela estendeu a mão hesitante, sua mão tremendo ao roçar a minha.
E naquele porão escuro e frio, cercados por pedaços de um passado quebrado, demos o primeiro passo em direção a algo novo. Não foi perfeito. Mas foi um começo. Uma ponte frágil entre anos de separação e a possibilidade de cura, construída sobre a mais delicada fundação da esperança.
Uma mulher mais velha com um sorriso frágil | Fonte: Midjourney
Aqui vai outra história : Carol herda um legado de US$ 2,5 milhões de sua falecida madrasta, que mal a amava. As coisas não batem quando ela descobre que suas meias-irmãs ganharam apenas US$ 5.000 cada. A verdade que foi revelada deixou Carol perplexa.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
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