Sonnet no123 by William Shakespeare

May 31st, 2016

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Reading: Dana Andreea Nigrim

Music: Radu Palade

No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire, 
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
   This I do vow and this shall ever be;
   I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.

“Fear no more the heat of the sun” by W.Shakespeare

May 31st, 2016

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Reading: Dana Andreea Nigrim


Music from : 
The Beggar's Opera: Original Songs & Airs - Patrizia Kwella / Paul Elliott / The Broadside Band / Jeremy Barlow

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, 
Nor the furious winter’s rages; 
Thou thy worldly task hast done, 
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; 
Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. 
Fear no more the frown o’ the great, 
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; 
Care no more to clothe and eat; 
To thee the reed is as the oak:

The sceptre, learning, physic, must 
All follow this, and come to dust. 
Fear no more the lightning-flash, 
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; 
Fear not slander, censure rash; 
Thou hast finish’d joy and moan: 
All lovers young, all lovers must 
Consign to thee, and come to dust. 
No exorciser harm thee! 
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!

Ghost unlaid forbear thee! 
Nothing ill come near thee! 
Quiet consummation have; 
And renownèd be thy grave!

Clair de lune de Paul Verlaine

May 31st, 2016

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Lecture: Dana Andreea Nigrim

Musique: 
Gabriel Fauré "Clair de lune"
 
 Translated text
Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,

Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,
Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres