I found this blog In the Portuguese language that tells a personal experience: The Song of a life.

http://ratorecordsblog.blogspot.com/search/label/simon%20and%20garfunkel

The protagonist are two boys of 16 and 14 years old.. But if you like, it is possible to imagine that we are speaking of Art and Paul.

Oh, my God!!!!

Let yourself and find themselves.... the sequence is the same. But in reality they are found, at the end of the road.

Perhaps even their recall the first sweet kiss.

RATO: HIS SONG OF LIFE

The song was born in the Summer of 69, when Paul Simon began to write her/it in a house of vacations rented by the duet in Los Angeles. Surprisingly, it was treated of the same house, located in a called street "Blue Jay Way", where George Harrison had composition the theme homónimo only two years before. In the height Art Garfunkel he/she was in Mexico, in the wheelwork of the film "Catch 22 / Article 22."

However Garfunkel, returned of Mexico, he had Simon's thankful surprise to insist that the voice in Bridge went yours exclusively. It was like this and Art recorded the theme sózinho - the first two estrófes in New York, the third in Los Angeles - this because at the beginning the song was to have only two parts, with a letter completely different. The extension was to owe to the insistence of Garfunkel and also of the producer Roy Halee. It consists that later Paul was sorry for that altruistic gesture due to the big

But once again the separation happened again, only that then with definitive carácter: we "left with the hands sweetly tied and the hearts estoirando a brief happiness, when the night went down passionate as the long kiss of our farewell

(The time passed. Just the time. And more other time also)

Loves exist, wandered and fugitive, that last only three days. But there is other, rare and precious, that the time and the longing feed and that last a lifetime. Ours is of these and he returned, after almost 20 years: "You came. And you wake up all of the hours, you fill out all of the minutes, you light all of the bonfires, you write all of the words."

It was a return brief, transitory. But it lasted enough so that the song was heard again, a last time. Together. At dusk. As usual the time passed again. Just the time. And more other time will still come where you won't at least know my name. A name that will fade little by little of your lips, of your memory. And we will be reduced the some songs. Or only to one.

When the single and the album homónimo came out in the beginnings of 1970, that romance of vacations won new encouragement and the song became quickly in an of their stronger bows: "because no páro of hearing "Bridge Over Troubled Water" and because they come me the tears to the eyes when do I make him/it? Because I want so much to see you, to speak to you, to be to your side, not in thoughts, but in the reality?"

And after a long wait, the reverse-encounter so desired happened finally: place " the Bridge to play and begin to dance, tenderly, very together, trying a world of sensations that you/they were prohibited us there is amount time! It is later was my first kiss, our first kiss, and I don't know how to describe the beauty and the marvel that we felt. On that alone afternoon that music played in the rotate-disks and for incredible that seems never in the tire of hearing. Go by the rest of the day like this, half fallen asleep, half wakened up..