thank you for your musical interest and for the add.
I like to be here, beside your other musical friends.
This year me and my wife have had a concert in Hamburg together with a choir from Island: "Kvennakor Hornafjadar" under the direction of Svarar Sigurdsson- I met a lot of lovely people from your country. They have made an other part of music-- surely, but even: music. Thanks from Hamburg / Germany
nostalghia, for string quartet, tape, and live el.
Si oscura la vista..
La mia forza sono due occulti dardi adamantini..
Si confonde l’udito per il tuono lontano
della casa paterna che respira..
dei duri muscoli i gambi si infiacchiscono
come bovi canuti alla radura
e non più quando è notte alle mie spalle splendono due ali…
nella festa, candela, mi sono consumato..
all’alba raccogliete la mia disciolta cera
e lì leggete chi piangere, di cosa andar superbi..
come, donando l’ultima porzione di letizia,
morire in levità,
e al riparo d’un tetto di fortuna
accendersi postumi,
come una parola..
Andrej Tarkovsky
The sight is growing dim…
My vigour are two concealed adamantine darts..
Hearing becomes confused for the far thunder
of father’s house that breathes..
hard’s muscles’ stalks become weak
like hoary oxen in the glade
and not further, when night comes, at my shoulders two wings shine..
in the festivity, like a candle, I burned out..
at dawn shelter my dissolved wax
and there read whom cry, whose be proud..
as, presenting the latest joy’s share
to die in lightness
and sheltered by an improvised roof
to catch fire posthumous
like a word…
