01 abril, 2010

Abril é o mês mais cruel

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Disco: Masayuki Takayanagi (1932-1991)
Poesia (primeira estrofe de The Waste Land): T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)


At 2.4.10, Blogger Fabricio Vieira said...

esse é um dos melhores discos do Takayanagi!!

At 2.4.10, Blogger ::Andre:: said...

Não é dos meus preferidos... É bom, mas o Takayanagi tem na minha opinião discos muito superiores.


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