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It Is not Sadness, It Is Melancholy (Act l)
[Lyrics: Víctor Moreno, Music: Goliard]
The sad a few is consoled,
the melancholic a few is forgotten.
Searching light in the darkness womb I return
to the premise that breaks with the hopes existence:
We are the summitry of thousands voids,
a differential reason that doesn’t justifies the cry…
Sovereign science, unveil the curtain
But the tragedy claims her throne…!
It isn’t sadness, It’s melancholy:
Tense, acute, simple… melancholy…
Tense, acute, simple… melancholy…
The sad a few is consoled,
the melancholic a few is forgotten.
An “axiom” prevails arcane over the thresholds of the chaos:
the movement exist by antonomasia,
and the time says: the neutral one it revels uncertain…
And my reason screams:
“A man without hopes is a freeman!”.
It isn’t sadness, It’s melancholy:
Tense, acute, simple… melancholy…
But the tragedy claims her throne…!
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Solipsist Abstraction
04:57
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Solipsist Abstraction
[Lyrics: Víctor Moreno, Music: Goliard]
I lost the time, i'm eternal,
i'm redundant and overbearing.
Only thing that adds to our despair is the apathy;
tide slows and the heartbeat falls:
I Know in this way the metamorphosis of nostalgia in breath:
a putrid breath, miasm of the spirit.
Ah, where to migrate the smiles?
where it hides amorphous laughter that
reveals my secret:
that life is a bad joke!
An agonic nightmare of a sickness god!
In grief times, mist is dense and fetid,
enabling thus blindness of all certainty,
of all clarity that can redeem to the being of the absurd.
There are no tears now, there are no groaning
that betray the absence of symmetrical...
I Break the moment to make me immortal.
That one makes of the time a pleonasm
is master of the dream:
a god sleeps at the expense of the cosmic chaos.
Oh, nonsense! Only incoherences remains to be said
when i fall in the Absurd: Oh, my fatherland!
I lost the time, i'm eternal,
i'm redundant and overbearing.
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Elegy
05:33
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Elegy
[Lyrics: John Keats (1795-1821), Adaptation: Víctor Moreno, Music: Goliard]
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell:
No God, no Demon of severe response,
deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell.
Then to my human heart I turn at once:
Heart! Thou and I are here, sad and alone;
I say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain!
O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan,
To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain.
Why did I laugh? I know this Being's lease,
my fancy to its utmost blisses spreads;
yet would I on this very midnight cease,
and the world's gaudy ensigns see in shreds;
verse, Fame, and Beauty are intense indeed,
but Death intenser -Death is Life's high meed.
O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan,
To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain.
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Iconoclast
05:09
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Iconoclast
[Lirycs: Víctor Moreno (except *,**), Music: Goliard]
The lubricious rage is rising,
among vast fields of sorrow,
when the existence falls into decay,
when the spirit degrades the instincts,
life is disgrace...
when the will is a option,
when the pain is not near,
there, the weakness is a sick god!
Iconoclast, remember the fall!
Pulcrum est paucorum hominum*
... quero mihi similes et adiungor pravis.**
... quero mihi similes et adiungor pravis.
I am from a lost generation
that breaks the sacred...
Loneliness: fatherland of this exiles,
give us your patience...
Remember, remember the fall
Iconoclast!!
The lubricious rage is rising,
among vast fields of sorrow...
__________________________
* Horacio, “Sátiras”.
** Tomado del poema “Estuans Interius”, del Carmina Burana.
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