Juana Castro – Non ti amerò domani / I won’t love you tomorrow
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Bernard de Ventadorn – Quando erba nuova e nuova foglia appare / When tender grass and leaves appear
Correggio, Venus and Cupid with a Satyr, c. 1528 If I could find her all alone,sleeping or playing so for fun, I’d steal the sweetest kiss I’ve known –I lack the worth to ask for one. Lady, by God, lady, our love’s getting nowhere;time flies away while we lose the best sharewe must speak only with …
Otto René Castillo – Eravamo così lontani / We were so far
Gustave Courtois, Persée délivrant Andromède, 1913 We were so far from each otherseas were among us,and mountains, and waters,fire and wind.Long years of dark sorrowwere among us.But we met– despite everything –because lifewillfully desired it. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Eravamo così lontani uno dall’altramari c’erano fra noimontagne e acquefuoco e vento.Lunghi anni di oscura disperazionec’erano …
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Nazik Al-Malaika – Invito alla vita
Paolo Pagani, Jupiter and Semele, 1693 Arrabbiati, ti amo arrabbiato e ribelle, rivoluzione cocente, esplosione. Ho odiato il fuoco che dorme in te, sii di brace diventa una vena appassionata, che grida e s’infuria. Arrabbiati, il tuo spirito non vuole morire non essere silenzio innanzi al quale scateno la mia tempesta. La cenere degli altri …
Mikhail Lermontov – Solitudine / Loneliness
Francesco Hayez, Penitent Mary Magdalene, 1825 It’s Hell for us to draw the fettersof life in alienation, stiff.All people prefer to share gladness,and nobody – to share grief.As a king of air, I’m lone here,the pain lives in my heart, so grim,and I can see that, to the fearof fate, years pass me by like …
Raymond Queneau – Quando tu avrai un passato, Yvonne / Some day you’ll have a past, Yvonne
William Stephen Coleman (1829-1904), The Butterfly Catcher Some day you’ll have a past, Yvonne, and you’ll see what a funny thing it is. Over here, it’s in pieces:nothing left. Over there,it’s all cluttered with weeds, and doesn’t look familiar either. And then some parts of it seem so pretty that you repaint them every year,sometimes …