Ya la abordé en el 2016 (!!), y me regresa de nuevo, esta vez con un Jeff ya en paz. Abrumadoras las entrevistas.
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
La traducción es la morada de la impureza y el modo
melancólico de construir una identidad que se limita a la
apariencia, pero si se dice que la perfección absoluta es
inalcanzable en cualquier ámbito, también se podrá decir
que la voluntariosa y solidaria imperfección de las traducciones,
que topa sin remedio con las fronteras del ingenio y
del idioma, representa la dimensión más noble de lo que es
factible en literatura. Ariosto, Ausiàs March, Jordi de Sant
Jordi y Dante no estaban en condiciones de oponerse a mi
deseo de traducirlos, pero este volumen es el resultado de
una colaboración deseada.
melancólico de construir una identidad que se limita a la
apariencia, pero si se dice que la perfección absoluta es
inalcanzable en cualquier ámbito, también se podrá decir
que la voluntariosa y solidaria imperfección de las traducciones,
que topa sin remedio con las fronteras del ingenio y
del idioma, representa la dimensión más noble de lo que es
factible en literatura. Ariosto, Ausiàs March, Jordi de Sant
Jordi y Dante no estaban en condiciones de oponerse a mi
deseo de traducirlos, pero este volumen es el resultado de
una colaboración deseada.
José María Micó en la introducción a El castillo de la pureza, de Pere Gimferrer
il silenzio di lava
Qué vida la de Goliarda...
SE HA CUMPLIDO…
Se ha cumplido. Ha concluido. Ha terminado.
Se ha consumado el incendio. Se ha detenido.
Se ha cerrado el círculo petrificado.
El tiempo se ha detenido. Se ha consumado
el delito. Se ha quemado
el recuerdo. El ansia ha cesado.
Un manto de lava ha murmurado
cada cráneo cada órbita vaciada.
Cada boca en el grito ha sellado.
Se ha cerrado el círculo. Nada osa atravesar
el silencio de lava. Las hormigas
giran en torno a la hoguera apagada enloquecidas.
È COMPIUTO…
È compiuto. È concluso. È terminato.
È consumato l’incendio. S’è fermato.
S’è chiuso il cerchio pietrificato.
Il tempo s’è fermato. È consumato
il delitto. S’è bruciato
il ricordo. L’ansia è cessata.
Una coltre di lava ha mormorato
ogni cranio ogni orbita svuotata.
Ogni bocca nel grido ha sigillato.
S’è chiuso il cerchio. Niente osa varcare
il silenzio di lava. Le formiche
girano intorno al rogo spento impazzite.
Goliarda Sapienza
la lenta digestión de los indecisos
DIAGNÓSTICO
A ver,abre la boca.
Di aaaaaah.
Muéstrame eso que hizo tu madre cuando eras niña.
¿Ese era todo el misterio?
¿Sexo oral?
¿Manipulaciones?
¿Tacto?
¿Manipulaciones?
Veamos tu útero,
amplio y desfasado.
¿Cuántos niños pasaron por allí?
Los expertos te dijeron
que la naturaleza esperaba por ellos.
Pero murieron igual.
Y si sobrevivieron,
unos son tarados
otros más o menos,
todos bien planificados con la excusa de la soledad.
Tienes problemas con tus dientes,
con la lenta digestión de los indecisos,
con el crujido del hueso occipital.
Eres un paciente más.
Todos quisieran haber nacido en Kansas City
o en Amsterdam
o en Toronto.
O por lo menos,
veinte años más tarde.
Déjame agitarte en esta probeta de marfil,
Verificar bien el color de la mezcla.
Asco,
que mal hueles.
Miyó Vestrini
parador cerrado
Casi que duele ver tanta inocencia de aquellos años.
Cielo despejado. Viento magnífico para la insania. Frío en la playa. Parador cerrado.
No sabemos qué día es. Por ello, la letra, en otro.
slightly soiled
Al hilo de aquello:
You sipped camparis with David and PeterAt Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Me falta la casa a los pies del lago y al anfitrión con David Niven, pero valga con este apunte.
Y de Slightly, pues qué vamos a decir.
you chased the sun
"Es más duro de lo que parece escribir una canción. A mi me cuesta.
Además soy un tipo optimista y bastante feliz. ¿Qué le puedo hacer? Usas
fórmulas para llegar a poder fabricar la canción. Por ejemplo, A lady of a certain age es la historia real de un personaje compuesta por muchas historias de gente que conozco. Y créame, no es nada divertido."
La entrevista, de ya hace unos años, aquí.
La excelencia es esto:
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
You sipped camparis with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
You sipped camparis with David and Peter
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was seventy"
And he'd say, "no, you couldn't be!"
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was seventy"
And he'd say, "no, you couldn't be!"
You had to marry someone very very rich
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you
You gave him children, a girl and a boy
To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
And when the time came they were sent away
Well that was simply what you did in those days
So that you might be kept in the style to which
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you
You gave him children, a girl and a boy
To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
And when the time came they were sent away
Well that was simply what you did in those days
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"
And he'd say, "no, you couldn't be!"
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"
And he'd say, "no, you couldn't be!"
Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve
Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
And so you come here to escape your little flat
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how
Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve
Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
And so you come here to escape your little flat
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"
And he'd say, "no, you couldn't be!"
Until the light of youth became obscured
And left you on your own and in the shade
An English lady of a certain age
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"
And he'd say, "no, you couldn't be!"
lunes soleado tras las lluvias
Del lat. schedŭla, dim. de scheda 'hoja de papel'.
1. f. Papel o pergamino escrito o para escribir en él algo.
2. f. Documento oficial en que se acredita o se notifica algo. Cédula de habitabilidad, de citación.
Del fr. timbre.
2. m. Sello, especialmente el que se estampa en seco.
3. m. Sello emitido por el Estado para algunos documentos, como pago al fisco en concepto de derechos.
4. m. Sello que se ponía en las hojas de los periódicos, en señal de haber satisfecho el impuesto del franqueo de correos.
5. m. Renta del Tesoro constituida por el importe de los sellos, papel sellado y otras imposiciones, algunas cobradas en metálico, que gravan la emisión, uso o circulaciónde documentos.
Del lat. ithyphallĭcus, y este del gr. ἰθυφαλλικός ithyphallikós.
1. adj. cult. Que tiene el falo erecto.
salaz
Del lat. salax, -ācis.
1. adj. Muy inclinado a la lujuria.
Del lat. conspicuus.
1. adj. Ilustre, visible, sobresaliente.
| Inglés | Español | |
| conspicuous adj | (thing, person: noticeable) | llamativo/a, notorio/a adj |
| visible adj mf | ||
| llamar la atención loc verb | ||
| Nancy's bright yellow jacket made her conspicuous among the spectators. | ||
| ⓘ Mi nuevo auto rojo resulta muy llamativo. | ||
| La chaqueta color amarillo chillón de Nancy hacía que llamara la atención entre el público. | ||
| conspicuous adj | (action: obvious) | obvio/a adj |
| visible adj mf | ||
| evidente adj mf | ||
| llamar la atención loc verb | ||
- Latin conspicuus visible, conspicuous, equivalent. to conspic(ere) (see conspectus) + -uus deverbal adjective, adjectival suffix; compare contiguous, continuous, -ous
- 1535–45
- 1. manifest, noticeable, clear, marked, salient.
- 2. prominent, striking, noteworthy.
Collins Concise English Dictionary © HarperCollins Publishers::
conspicuous /kənˈspɪkjʊəs/adj
- clearly visible; obvious or showy
- attracting attention because of a striking quality or feature: conspicuous stupidity
with a divine Beatles bassline/and a big old Beach Boys sound
Viendo a Neil -norirlandés del 70, hijo de un ministro de Dios, datos no baladíes- tocar la guitarra y cantar con su sombrero o sin él, solo, quién no querría ser cantautor, o como se diga. Artísticamente, tras poeta, si pudiera elegir, no tendría duda.
El video oficial, por cierto, de traca. De sus planteamientos estéticos a los de La casa azul hay un paso. No hay que investigar nada para saber quién precede a quién. Y de sus interpretaciones en directo, las de Milán y Greenwich, pese a ser las grabaciones más domésticas, no tienen desperdicio: la conciencia de presencia escénica deviene humor.
Como siempre en la pérfida Albión y aledaños, a años luz.
Give me your love
And I'll give you the perfect lovesong
With a divine Beatles bassline
And a big old Beach Boys sound
I'll match you pound for pound
Like heavy-weights in the final round
We'll hold on to each other
So we don't fall down
Give me a wink
And I'll give you what I think you're after
With just one kiss I will whisk you away
To where angels often tread
We'll paint this planet red
We'll stumble back to our hotel bed
And make love to each other
'Til we're half dead
Maybe now you can see
Just what you mean to me
Give me your love
And I'll give you the perfect lovesong
Give me your word
That you'll be true to me always come what may
Forever and a day
No matter what other people may say
We'll hold on to each other
'Til we're old and grey
And I'll give you the perfect lovesong
With a divine Beatles bassline
And a big old Beach Boys sound
I'll match you pound for pound
Like heavy-weights in the final round
We'll hold on to each other
So we don't fall down
Give me a wink
And I'll give you what I think you're after
With just one kiss I will whisk you away
To where angels often tread
We'll paint this planet red
We'll stumble back to our hotel bed
And make love to each other
'Til we're half dead
Maybe now you can see
Just what you mean to me
Give me your love
And I'll give you the perfect lovesong
Give me your word
That you'll be true to me always come what may
Forever and a day
No matter what other people may say
We'll hold on to each other
'Til we're old and grey
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