Música, como viver sem ela? (5)

Descobri o CD da Nichole Nordeman através do amigo J. , que mo recomendou vivamente. Como em vários álbuns, gostei mais de umas músicas que doutras. Esta, porém, prendeu-me por completo. As justificações para tal são imensas, mas creio que bastará afirmar que a melodia que o poema encerra me traduz por completo. Identifico-me com cada palavra, cada imagem, cada metáfora por ela utilizada. O dom de traduzir de forma tão fiel aquilo que nos recheia o espírito é realmente incrível. Passo a copiar a letra e o respectivo vídeo; é sempre tão delicioso partilhar aquilo de que mais gostamos.


Every evening sky, an invitation

To trace the patterned stars

And early in July, a celebration

For freedom that is ours

And I notice You

In children’s games

In those who watch them from the shade

Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder

You are Summer.

And even when the trees have just surrendered

To the harvest time

Forfeiting their leaves in late September

And sending us inside

Still I notice You when change begins

And I am braced for colder winds

I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come

You are Autumn.

And everything in time and under heaven

Finally falls asleep

Wrapped in blankets white, all creation

Shivers underneath

And still I notice You

When branches crack

And in my breath on frosted glass

Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter

You are Winter.

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced

Teaching us to breathe

What was frozen through is newly purposed

Turning all things green

So it is with You

And how You make me new

With every season’s change

And so it will be

As You are re-creating me

Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring.

Every Season. Nichole Nordeman

Um beijinho (e bom resto de fim de semana)*