Lau teilatu

A punto estaban ya de cerrar el bar, las luces se encendían y la gente buscaba sus chamarras entre copas vacías, algunos protestando, otros resignados ... cuando de repente sonaron unos acordes ... y todos cantaron al unísono en un desesperado intento de alargar la noche un poco más.

Hemen gaude

ta poztutzen naiz

ta ziur zure aita ere bai;

ta zer ondo... zelan dijua

zure bufanda txuria.

Lau teilatu gainian

ilargia erdian eta zu

goruntz begira,

zure keia eskuetan

putzara batekin... putz!

Neregana etorriko da

ta berriz izango gara

zoriontsu

edozein herriko jaixetan.

Goxo goxo

kanta egin nazu

Benitoren Maria Solt.

Negarrik ez,

txuri zaude ta malkoak

zure kolorea kentzen dute.

Lau teilatu gainian...

Felix, Felix bihar

berriz egongo gara

txanpain apur batekin;

diru gabe baina

izarrak gurekin daude,

piano baten soinuaz.

Lau teilatu gainian...

***

Estamos aquí

y me alegro

y seguro que tu padre también;

y qué bien...¿cómo va

tu bufanda blanca.

Cuatro tejados encima

la luna en medio y tú

mirando hacia arriba,

tu humo en las manos

con un soplo...soplo!

va a venir donde mí

y de nuevo seremos

felices

en la fiesta de cualquier pueblo.

Dulcemente

cántame

María Solt de Benito.

Sin llorar,

estás blanca y las lágrimas

borran tu color.

Cuatro tejados encima

la luna en medio y tú

mirando hacia arriba,

tu humo en las manos

con un soplo...soplo!

Va a venir donde mi

y de nuevo seremos

felices

en la fiesta de cualquier pueblo.

Feliz-felices mañana

volveremos a estar

con un poco de champán;

sin dinero pero

las estrellas estan con nosotros

junto con la musica de un piano.

Cuatro tejados encima

la luna en medio y tú

mirando hacia arriba,

tu humo en las manos

con un soplo...soplo!

Va a venir donde mi

y de nuevo seremos

felices

en la fiesta de cualquier pueblo.

***

Ulysses




It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
to whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,--
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me,--
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads,-- you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Ulysses

Alfred Lord Tennyson

BTT

"Soy una sombra, un sueño, una poesía nunca dicha, un verso no cantado, un sol nunca amanecido. Soy el ocaso del amanecer y el oxidado bronce de los héroes caídos."

RP