Regresso ao presente

Depois voltei ao presente: Marenzio: Madrigaux à 5 Voix, Harmonia Mundi, HM 190 1065.

"Cosi moriro i fortunati amanti
Di morte si soave e si gradita
Che, per anco morire, tornaro in vita!"

Ou, tão presente como o Marenzio:



Avalanche, Leonard Cohen

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
They're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.