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Desabafo, Para quarteto de Guitarras e Coro Misto – Gonçalo Lourenço (b1979)
Gonçalo Lourenço (b1979), composer and conductor, was born in Lisbon Portugal. Active as a choral conductor, he founded the Odyssea Choir and the Coro da Universidade Lusófona in 2004. Currently he is in the MM Choral Conducting program at the College-Conservatory of Music in Cincinnati. Lourenço’s music has been performed by the Young Musicians Orchestra of Iceland. Additional commissions include works for Small Orchestra, Christmas Motets and other pieces for the Mastersingers of Ohio.
Desabafo, Para Quarteto de Guitarras e Coro Misto is a commission of the poem writer, Ana Paula Rosa. In the text the poet is suffering intense philosophical problems, like what is love, passion, life, death, present, past and future. The frenetic rhythm in the guitars and the speech-like tone in the choir is used to create an atmosphere of tension and release. Originally for SATB, the SSAA version performed tonight was specially arranged for “Vox Musica”.
Text:
Fazer algo novo é fazêlo no passado
Por isso só sente bem o instante que passa,
Quem faz actos no tempo que já lá vai,
E que ainda é o mesmo instante?
O que se faz já foi feito,
Permanece num recanto da memória
E é recorda çao e Viver constante.
Ser é ter sido e não ser ao mesmo tempo.
Es que cer e lembrar perpeteame ne sia
Odiar é amar plenamente
o inverso, o inverso.
Só saboreia o bem quem sabe o mal,
Por isso em vez de açucar bebo sal
E salgadas são estas gotas que me banham
o rosto alegre angustiado?
sim, mas com um sorriso.
Os meus olhos são o prazer que o reflecte
Orgasmos a que logrei dar vida
O meu corpo é tão perfeito como as imperfeitas
O Sol é negro e o silêncio tão insuportável
Que um grito dila cera odia, nascido em mim ?
A cor dapureza é o negro, é o vermelho
A sensualidade é azul, o pecado loiro.
A vida e eu é toda esta mistura inefável.
Translation:
What is newly done is gone
Only good moments pass.
Why does time pass so quickly,
and pass in the same instant?
What is done is done,
it will forever remain a memory
but reminds me to live fully.
Being is being and not being one.
Live and remember that life is inevitable.
Feeling death is living.
conversely, the same…
Who knows what evil is?
Instead of sugar,
I drink salt
Are these salty drops that I am bathed with
the happiness that troubles me?
Yes, but with a smile.
My eyes are pleased that the mirror reflects
the excitement that I succeeded in giving life.
My body is perfect as the imperfect things.
The sun is black and silence unbearable
Why is hate born in me?
The color of purity is black and red
and sin white and blue.
I am confused but life is inevitable.
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