Sons da Escrita 287

16 de Julho de 2010

Quinto 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

Oiço tanta coisa de vós

Oiço tanta coisa de vós,
que não oiço mais
do que ouvir,

vejo tanta coisa de vós,
que não vejo mais
do que ver,

tanta coisa me assedia
com desconversa
que dou por mim a falar
como quem conversa,
que dou comigo
a falar como quem
fica em silêncio.

Eu vivo, forte.


Keep talking (Giselle Webber)

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now
I can't seem to speak now
My words won't come out right
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm feeling weak now
But I can't show my weakness
I sometimes wonder
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

I feel like I'm drowning
You know I can't breathe now
We're going nowhere
We're going nowhere

Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking


Paul Celan

Escavo o rasto dos teus passos

Escavo o rasto dos teus passos:
o mundo
derrama-se
na cavidade que fica,

volto a amar-te
no limite febril de mim mesmo,

tu folheias, agora terra fina,
os meus remotos
testemunhos.


Footprints (Paul McCartney)

It's beautiful outside,
An old hand gathers wood,
Can he see me sitting here?
His mind is somewhere else.

His friends have flown away,
He's left out in the cold.
He won't sit by my fire,
He says he likes it in the snow.
Where footprints never go,
He likes it in the snow.

It's getting dark outside,
The old man's going home.
Has he someone waiting there?
Is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go,
He likes it in the snow.

In white blanket,
Hiding the traces of tears she didn't see.
Oh, white blanket,
Covers the memory of all that used to be,
All that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,
He can't help feeling that she might come back some day.

It's beautiful outside,
A magpie looks for food.
The old hand throws a crumb,
Do you think he's found a friend?
Where footprints never go,
He likes it in the snow.

Oh, white blanket,
Hiding the traces of paths he didn't take.
Oh, oh, white blanket,
Covers the memory of moves he didn't make.

Go now,

Oh, white blanket,
Hiding the traces of tears she didn't see.
Snow white blanket,
Simply covers the memory of all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,
He can't help feeling that she might come back some day.


Paul Celan

Sem vitória, vives comigo

Sem vitória, vives comigo,
pequena
e carregada.

Só lá fora, onde
as nossas almas ainda estão, na terra de ninguém,
é que se canta. Canta-se
no brilho
daquilo que passou ao nosso lado.

Nem nuvem, nem estrela — nós
não olhamos para cima.

Chega-te mais, anda:
para que não sopre duas vezes o vento
através da nossa
casa aberta.


Who wants to live forever (Sarah Brightman)

There's no time for us,
There's no place for us,
What is this thing that builds our dreams,
Yet slips away from us.

Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever, .....?


There's no chance for us,
It's all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment
Set aside for us.


Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever, .....?


Now touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can love forever,
Forever is our today.


Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever, .....?


Who waits forever anyway?


Mando o sonho através do crivo vibrante,
tu apanha-lo em pratos
da alma
e junta-lo à refeição
que nós, os que ajoelham um dentro do outro,
temos de desprezar.


Música:

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

Fundos
Kirsty Hawkshaw, George Davidson, Green Lake

Ligações
Giselle Webber, Paul McCartney, Sarah Brightman

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