What are you listening to?

"Ombra mai fu" - the opening aria from "Serse" by George Frideric Handel. I have performed it several times at concerts outside the context of the opera. I generally prefer mezzo-soprano performances of this aria.

 
On this occasion, I chose this theme, which is entitled: "Casiopea". It is by a Cuban musician. His name is Silvio Rodriguez. The date of creation of this song calls my attention. It is from 1994. Curious, isn't it?

I feel very sorry for what he says, because he refers to the fact that no one answers his call and he wonders: Could it be that I have become homeless?

I share the lyrics of the poem and the song below for those who don't understand Spanish. But, the music is exquisite! Very enjoyable! In this song, Silvio is accompanied by Mario Benedetti. He is a Uruguayan writer who "recites a beautiful poem: Estados de ánimo".

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

Like a drop I was from the tide the beach made me grain from the sand
I was a dot in a crowd wherever I went
no one detected me and so I learned

When I thought the task was done, I turned my heart to Cassiopeia.

I zealously fulfilled our plan: for a million years wait
Today I've been giving coordinates twice as long but no one answers my call.
What could have happened to my signal?
Could it be that I've become homeless?

Today I barely survive my fate far away from my star from my people
The trance has shown me another lesson
the world of one's own is always the best

I am slowly weakening
Perhaps I will no longer be me when they find me find me

Composers: Silvio Rodriguez Dominguez

States of mind

by Mario Bendetti

Sometimes I feel
like a poor hill
and others like a mountain
of repeated summits.

Sometimes I feel
like a cliff
and at other times like a sky
blue but far away.

Sometimes one is
spring between rocks
and at other times a tree
with the last leaves.

But today I feel barely
like a sleepless lagoon
with a wharf
no longer without boats

a green lagoon
motionless and patient
content with its algae
its mosses and fishes

serene in my confidence
trusting that one evening
you will come closer and look at you,
look at you as you look at me.
 
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