Aurore Dassesse , Suite for cello solo , Gaspar Cassadó

no mundo das fadas

next to the world ,
in the soul of a king,
i live with myself,
with the love i can give,
in the light of clear visions,
in the hell of hope,
relentless in my being.

the fairies have run away.
i am like a tree
on which the crows settle at night,
their shit has poisoned my leaves,
but i am alive, naked.

i was born in myth,
i talked to dragons,
managed impossible tasks
with stupid confidence,
i wasted time with Sybillas,
and grunted with the pigs

though the heart is strong,
each step grew into a tower.
i froze into this tree, here,
and in millions of years
i'll be a stone, polished, invincible
with my ashes circling above.

i tried to translate into Portuguese,
will be glad on advice in comments.


"ao lado do mundo,
na alma de um rei,
eu vivo comigo mesmo,
com o amor que posso dar,
na luz de visões claras,
no inferno da esperança,
implacável no meu ser.


as fadas fugiram.
eu sou como uma árvore
em que os corvos se ponham à noite,
sua merda envenenou minhas folhas,
mas estou vivo, nu.

nasci no mito,
eu falei com dragões,
andei por tarefas impossíveis
com confiança estúpida,
eu perdi tempo com Sybillas,
e grunhiu com os porcos

embora o coração seja forte,
cada passo cresceu em uma torre.
assim, eu congelei nesta árvore, aqui,
e em milhões de anos
eu serei uma pedra, polida, invencível
com as cinzas circulando acima."

Albert Camus, quote

An intellectual is someone
whose mind watches itself.

Albert Camus, quote

Die höchste Form der Hoffnung ist die überwundene Verzweiflung.

Albert Camus

Schubert , Serenade

possible past under a waning moon

o when i was younger

leaning my soul into your skin

in last embrace before sinking

into sleep, sinking

and rising with your breathing

presence in my arm,

near and still me,

drifting into song

and silence

when i was young

trusting into mornings,

at night dreaming of mussels

and oysters and sea,

of wind and stars and moon,

dew  and moss, innocent,

safe in my strength

and yours

when i was young

in all sweetness the worm grew,

my treacherous heart

following curiosity,

the passion of me,

growing a stranger

to you and me,

desire turning the tides

and now when i am old

the nights have become cold,

i listen to the changes of weather,

to the dance of the genes,

shrieking and singing,

turning in colours

invisible to eyes,

alone with my ancestors

and my past from

before i was born,

all gliding and sliding

into my slow fading

sun from where i will go

before  maybe joy

will be reborn

here , now, when all

the layers of me will

have fallen, in difficult

times and with eyes

seeing too much,

all this old trust in tomorrow

having gone,

i cannot fight but bear

the cruel flow of being me,

at last, so strong, so helpless,

so naked as we are,

and this way i’ll go

where i am and will be,

in last sweetness,

my autumn.

sela.