sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2011

1º de Setembro


"If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand not lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
			        If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water  
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop"

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, V. What the Thunder Said

Stravinsky: Elegy for Solo Viola (1944)

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