Sweet october
(Raimon)
that slowly spread at random;
the birch, laurel, elm, ash, and chestnut
received their yellow, greens, ochres and reds.
A slight wind made the foliage move,
a soft sound filled the clear air,
a morbid light veiled the morning.
How can I forget that moment of beauty?
I remember well the distant murmur,
the brief track of city life,
the deceitful enclosure of human trade,
the silent cushion of that time and place.
I walked along enjoying the fine weather
quite in harmony with all my surroundings;
past and future were not present at all,
and the fleeting moment made my life full.
I heard voices almost at my side,
in the last part of a longer conversation.
-Come with me,
I won't do anything to you that you don't want.
-No.
-Why not?
-Because I don't know you well enough yet.
-It might be a way of knowing each other better.
Come with me.
I won't do anything to you that you don't want.
-I'm very young and I've got lots of time.
-But I haven't got time. Time has got me.
Come with me. Wherever you like.
With me.
-My hands find it pleasant
to caress your hair.
-That is already turning white.
-Your eyes have looks
of surprise and desire;
they are the looks of a boy.
-I'm twice your age.
-You kiss with strength and tenderness at the same time.
-Your breasts are small and full,
your skin is like a grape.
-You seem very clean
and I like the smell of your body.
You embrace me and I embrace you.
Here leaning against the trunk of a tree
we must look a strange couple.
-Come with me.
I won't do anything to you that you don't want.
-No, I don't know you well enough, I've told you.
It's getting late.
I have to go.
-Not yet. Stay.
-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, sweetness and youth.
Your eyes are the colour
that the morning sun keeps
among the highest branches of the trees.
-Goodbye, man.
-Goodbye, girl.
I couldn't, nor do I want to take my eyes away
from all the colours of the trees I've seen.
Beautiful song still not sung,
distant dance that's never been danced.
A long time ago there was a child
with wide open eyes and sharp ears;
this ingenuous and anxious child
lives within the body, the precarious body of a man.
Sweet October lit up the colours
that slowly spread at random;
the birch, laurel, elm, ash, and chestnut
received their yellow, greens, ochres and reds.
(1987)
Translated: Angela Buxton
Ayer falleció en el Hospital Josep Trueta de Girona el gestor cultural y poeta italiano Sergio Secondiano Sacchi (Milán, 1948), una de las mentes más brillantes y creativas vinculadas al histórico Club Tenco, institución fundamental en la defensa y promoción de la canción de autor.
El cantautor catalán Joan Manuel Serrat recibirá la máxima distinción académica de la UNCUYO en marzo, en una visita de tres días que incluirá un concierto homenaje con la Orquesta Sinfónica y un encuentro abierto con el público. La resolución destaca su compromiso con la libertad, la diversidad cultural y los derechos humanos.
La cantautora siciliana Carmen Consoli cantó ayer 22 de febrero en Paral·lel 62 de Barcelona dentro del Festival BarnaSants, en un concierto de doble estreno: la presentación en Barcelona de su nuevo disco Amuri Luci (Amor Luz) y su memorable encuentro en el escenario con la Orquestra de Músiques d’Arrel de Catalunya (OMAC).
El cantautor valenciano Raimon presenta Aquest jo que jo soc (Este yo que yo soy), una extensa biografía escrita por Miquel Alberola que recorre su trayectoria vital y artística desde la infancia en Xàtiva hasta su despedida de los escenarios en 2017. El volumen propone una mirada amplia y matizada sobre una figura esencial de la canción de autor europea.
La cantautora gallega Antía Muíño publica Anfibia por veces, un nuevo álbum en el que estira los límites del nuevo cancionismo hacia un estadio más plural. Producido junto a Hevi, el disco transita por la indietrónica, el neofolklore, la chacarera o la música sinfónica, y confirma a la compositora como una de las voces más impredecibles de su generación.