Sons da Escrita 284

26 de Junho de 2010

Segundo programa do ciclo Paul Celan

Compasso a compasso, palavra a palavra, alinham-se, rigorosos, os sons da escrita.

Quando um homem interroga a água pura dos sentidos e ousa caminhar, serenamente, os esquecidos atalhos de todas as memórias, acontecem viagens — viagens entre o quase tudo e o quase nada.

Então, da raíz dos nervos da memória surge a planta de uma vida escutada no silêncio dos sons da escrita.

Sons da Escrita – à volta de uma ideia de José-António Moreira.


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Paul Celan

O outro

Feridas mais fundas do que em mim
abriu em ti o silêncio,
estrelas maiores
enredam-te na rede dos seus olhares,
cinza mais branca
repousa sobre a palavra em que acreditaste


Believe (Elton John)

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch
War makes money, cancer sleeps
Curled up in my father and that means something to me
Churches and dictators, politics and papers
Everything crumbles sooner or later
But love, I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross
Love is simple, hate breeds
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
Without love, I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love

I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love


Paul Celan

Também nós queremos estar

Também nós queremos estar
onde o tempo diz a palavra-limiar,
o milénio emerge da neve, remoçado,
o olhar errante
descansa no seu próprio espanto
e cabana e estrela
vizinhas se destacam no azul,
como se o caminho já estivesse percorrido.


I’ll find my way home (Jon Anderson & Vangelis)

You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin?
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is lost
How will I find what is near
Don't question I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home

My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if you're asking me when
I'll say it starts at the end
You know your will to be free
Is matched with love secretly
And talk will alter your prayer
Somehow you'll find you are there.

Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A season's wish will come true
All seasons begin with you
One world we all come from
One world we melt into one

Just hold my hand and we're there
Somehow we're going somewhere
Somehow we're going somewhere

You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin?
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is strong
I know it can't be long
No questions I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home


Paul Celan

Sobre verde carregado

Sobre verde carregado,
traçado pelo dedo da vida:
o rasto luminoso da mão
que agarrou a noite e a madrugada da palavra
em redor da qual agora se ergue o brilho
da gratidão de lonjuras reunidas.

Ao subir da tela,
desejoso de mudança:
um azul que tudo inunda.

Nas suas margens, branco como o dia:
o tempo desta imagem.

Que cresce como o teu olhar quer.


To keep your memory green (Willie Nelson & Emmylou Harris)

Last night I thought I felt your arms around me
But woke to find that it was just a dream
Though you're gone I find you constantly surround me
Ohh, just something else that keeps your memory green

I go out and try my hand at startin' over
But find it hard to break the old routine
'Cause I wind up seein' you in each new lover
Ohh, just something else that keeps your memory green

Time should be a cure for a heartache
A healing melody for shattered dreams
But I swear sometimes I hear you say you love me
Ohh, just something else that keeps your memory green

Time should be a cure for a heartache
A healing melody for shattered dreams
Oh, but I swear sometimes I hear you say you love me
Ohh, just something else that keeps your memory green
Just something else that keeps your memory green

A corda, esticada
entre duas cabeças, lá no alto,
tenta alcançar, também com as tuas mãos,
o eterno exterior,

a corda
há-de cantar agora — e canta.

Um som
sacode os selos
que tu violas.


Música:

Genérico
Davy Spillane (abertura e fecho), Beatles (Fecho)

Fundos
David Arkenstone, Andreas Vollenweider, New American Orchestra

Ligações
Elton John, Jon Anderson &Vangelis Papathanasious, Willie Nelson & Emmylou Harris

Textos:
Paul Celan

Edição e voz:
José-António Moreira


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And in the end

the love you'll take

is equal to the love you make

© José-António Moreira 2012