Las Musas II

… más Musas. Como dijo el gran filósofo “En la música todos los sentimientos vuelven a su estado puro y el mundo no es sino música hecha realidad”. Todos los grandes momentos de la vida llevan música incorporada, por eso forman parte de las cosas que nos inspiran. Así como las cosas materiales le dan forma al vacío, es la música la que le da forma al silencio… este es mi top five

Réquiem de Mozart
Sinfonía nº 9 o “Sinfonía del nuevo mundo” de Dvorak
Los conciertos de Brandemburgo de J.S. Bach
Sinfonía nº9 de Beethoven
Las cuatro estaciones de Vivaldi (Of course)

Los pobres mortales que comprendemos la música superficialmente, solemos conformarnos con comprender el mensaje. Aquí va la letra de una canción, “The famous blue raincoat” de Leonard Cohen, creo que nadie mejor que él para expresar la música en palabras…

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better

New York is cold, but I like where I'm living

There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert

You're living for nothing now,

I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

You'd been to the station to meet every train

And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth

One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer

What can I possibly say?

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you

I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me

Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes

I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L. Cohen