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Autor: | Stiffelio [ 18 Jun 2010 7:21 ] |
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Buenos días Oigamos al tenor que está estos días por nuestro país, aquí en un repertorio que creo que le va mejor que Schubert : Britten. En concreto la primera de los Holy Sonnets de Jonn Donne, acompañado de R. Vignoles al piano. Oh my blacke Soule! Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned By sicknesse, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done Treason, and durst not turne to whence hee is fled, Or like a thiefe, which till death's doome be read, Wisheth himselfe deliver'd from prison; But dam'd and hal'd to execution, Wisheth that still he might be imprisoned. Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lacke; But who shall give thee that grace to beginne? Oh make thyselfe with holy mourning blacke, And red with blushing, as thou are with sinne; Or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might That being red, it dyes red soules to white. |
Autor: | Despinetta [ 18 Jun 2010 8:51 ] |
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Madrigal Giulio Caccini, "Amor, io parto". Amor, io parto, e sento nel partire al penar, al morire, ch'io parto da colei ch'è la mia vita, se ben ella gioisce quand'il mio cor languisce. O durezza incredibil'e infinita d'anima che 'l suo core può restar morto, e non sentir dolore! Ben mi trafigge amore l'aspra mia pen', il mio dolor pungente, ma più mi duol il duol ch'ella non sente. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClXFHhaACgs[/youtube] |
Autor: | parte [ 18 Jun 2010 9:24 ] |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0z0bebE ... re=related Y este otro tb. está por aquí. Padmore cantando Gerald Finzi/Th. Hardy: A young man's exhortation Call off your eyes from care By some determined deftness; put forth joys Dear as excess without the core that cloys, And charm Life's lourings fair. Exalt and crown the hour That girdles us, and fill it with glee, Blind glee, excelling aught could ever be, Were heedfulness in power. Send up such touching strains That limitless recruits from Fancy's pack Shall rush upon your tongue, and tender back All that your soul contains. For what do we know best? That a fresh love-leaf crumpled soon will dry, And that men moment after moment die, Of all scope dispossest. If I have seen one thing It is the passing preciousness of dreams; That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King. |
Autor: | Angiolina [ 18 Jun 2010 14:03 ] |
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Un pequeño viaje a Rusia. Gretchaninov:
The Dreary Steppe Like an Angel My Country http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DBEsufRdgI |
Autor: | Stiffelio [ 19 Jun 2010 12:46 ] |
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Editado por supresión del youtube |
Autor: | Stiffelio [ 19 Jun 2010 12:52 ] |
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Y con permiso de Angiolina seguimos con el ciclo de Grieg von Otter: Haugtussa ('Elsk'-Love 5/8) by Edvard Grieg Elsk Den galne Guten min Hug hev dåra, eg fangen sit som ein Fugl i Snåra; den galne Guten, han gjeng so baus; han veit, at Fuglen vil aldri laus. Å giev du batt meg med Bast og Bende, å gjev du batt meg, so Bandi brende! Å gjev du drog meg so fast til deg, at heile Verdi kom burt for meg! Ja kund' eg trolla og kund' eg heksa, eg vilde inn i den Guten veksa, eg vilde veksa meg i deg inn og vera berre hos Guten min. Å du, som bur meg i Hjarta inne, du Magti fekk yver alt mit Minne; kvart vesle Hugsviv som framum dreg, det berre kviskrar um deg, um deg. Um Soli lyser på Himlen blanke, no ser ho deg, det er all min Tanke; um Dagen dovnar og Skoming fell: skal tru han tenkjer på meg i Kveld? Love The crazy boy has bewitched my mind. I am caught like a bird in a net. The crazy boy, he struts so confidently. He knows the bird won't try to escape. Oh, if only you would beat me with rushes, beat me till they burned to ashes! If only you would draw me so tightly to yourself that the whole world vanished for me! If I could work magic, do witchcraft, I would like to grow inside that boy, I would like to grow inside you, and be only with my own boy. Oh, you who live deep in my heart, you have taken hold of my thoughts, so that every fluttering fancy whispers only of you, of you. When the sun shines from the brilliant sky, she sees you, who are in my every thought. When the day sinks and darkness falls: Will he really think of me tonight? |
Autor: | Stiffelio [ 19 Jun 2010 12:57 ] |
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Y para marujear un poco y celebrando la boda de Victoria de Suecia dos preciosa canciónes del compositor sueco Hugo Alfvén Alfven: Saa tag mit hjerta - Skogen Sover-Swensen No hay traducción a la vista de la primera, pero sí, al inglés, de la segunda The forest sleeps The forest sleeps. A ray of sunlight flickers in the firmament. Day stands guard through the June night. Her merry laughter has just fallen silent; Already she is asleep. I sat down, mute, by her side. Love stands guard over its treasure; Love stands guard through the June night. |
Autor: | delaforce [ 19 Jun 2010 13:08 ] |
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Mittagskönig und Glockenherzog, para tenor y orquesta de Max von Schillings. Canta Peter Anders: [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmQoz04nT54[/youtube] In weitem Bogen öffnet sich des Waldes Tor. Auf mächtigem Roß der Mittagskönig tritt hervor. Ob seinem Anblick stockt der Sonne Siegeslauf, die Berge recken sich, der Wolkenbaum steht auf, vom Himmel huldigend mit fliegender Standarte. Doch von des Münsterturmes königlicher Warte sendet der Glockenherzog, seinen Herrn zu grüßen, von Sangesfluten einen Teppich ihm zu Füßen. Der Mittag schützt das Auge mit der hohlen Hand, dann reitet er empor die Luft gewob'ne Wand. Was ist sein Steg? Der Tone wogendes Gewühl. Drob schweigt die atemlose Luft erwartungsschwül. Horch! jauchzend Rossewiehern! Auf ersprung'ner Zinne geschieht von Herrn zu Herrn in brüderlicher Minne der Willkommgruß. Dann hält das Fürstenpaar zu Pferde im Rundgang um das Münster Umschau auf die Erde. Von Glockensturm umbrüllt, von Fahnenwind umweht, und den geschäft'gen Werktag adelt Majestät |
Autor: | parte [ 19 Jun 2010 16:16 ] |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLfFzu3pAeo Estoy mahleriana. Después del concierto del jueves. OSCyL con Bringuier y la Titan. Glorioso. LA Meier en su honor Ich atmet' einen linden Duft! Language: German Ich atmet' einen linden Duft! Im Zimmer stand Ein Zweig der Linde, Ein Angebinde Von lieber Hand. Wie lieblich war der Lindenduft! Wie lieblich ist der Lindenduft! Das Lindenreis Brachst du gelinde! Ich atme leis Im Duft der Linde Der Liebe linden Duft. by Friedrich Rückert (1788-1866) ¡Olía un suave aroma! ¡Olía un suave aroma! En la habitación había un ramito de tilo, Un regalo De alguien amado. ¡Qué delicioso era el aroma del tilo! ¡Qué delicioso es el aroma del tilo! ¡Ese ramito de tilo Que suavemente cortásteis! Suavemente aspiro El aroma del tilo, El aroma del amor. |
Autor: | delaforce [ 19 Jun 2010 23:15 ] |
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El compositor y pianista Frens Ehlhart pone música a Hierdie Reis, de la poetisa surafricana Ingrid Jonker. Canta Charlotte Margiono: [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xhb-MbkZuQQ[/youtube] La traducción al inglés del afrikaans original es algo así como: This journey which obliterates your image torn blood-angel thrown to the dogs this landscape is deserted as my forehead wound of the roses I have wanted to see you walk without chains I longed to see your face open and free your broken face and dry as the mud wound of the earth in the nights of absence without eyes I have cried to see you carry a real star I have cried to see the blue sky and to hear one word from life bitter angel untrue with a flame in your mouth I have placed two swallows under your armpits and drawn a secret cross on your face for the man of whom you had reminded me once. |
Autor: | Stiffelio [ 19 Jun 2010 23:38 ] |
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¡Qué pop suena esto! Muy bonito. |
Autor: | Angiolina [ 20 Jun 2010 15:24 ] | ||
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Gracias por seguir el ciclo de Grieg. Pongo la 6ª parte: Killingdans - Little goats' dance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cab3WHhpnec
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Autor: | parte [ 20 Jun 2010 16:32 ] |
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Muy bien Grieg. Angiolina. Sí te seguimos. Y con imágenes de Degas más!!! Me crié con eso. Imágenes de Degas encima de mi cama de los 15 hasta los 18!! Qué tierno recuerdo. |
Autor: | Stiffelio [ 20 Jun 2010 23:36 ] |
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El vito para terminar el fin de semana Berganza-El vito-Obradors |
Autor: | pucciniana [ 21 Jun 2010 13:55 ] |
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¿Álguien sabe si ya habeis puesto las canciones polacas de Chopin? Tantas páginas para mirar pueden con mi tiempo... |
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