It must me the coming of winter, but suddenly the songs Im choosing to record and arrange for Orquesta Z have grown darker. Here are the plaintive words (by my favorite tango lyricist Homero Manzi) written in 1945 for Puglieses melody: FUIMOS - WE WERE It was like a rain of ashes and fatigue in the fading hours of your life... Drops of vinegar spilled, fatally spilled, over all your wounds. You were, by my fault, a swallow in the snow (a) drooping rose under the rainless cloud. We were the hope that never came, never reached, that at day’s end, not able to meekly grasp. We‘re the traveler who doesn’t plead, doesn’t pray, doesn’t cry, that (then) throws himself to death. Go away...! Don’t you understand that youre killing yourself? Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Go away...! Dont kiss me as Im crying for you... And I wish not to cry anymore! Can’t you see?, It’s better that my pain is thrown away with your love, freed of my final love. Go away! Don’t you understand what I am saving you? Don’t you understand that Im loving you? Dont follow me, call me or kiss me nor cry for me, nor love me anymore! tmblr.co/ZQQeixwEarZF
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 04:20:33 +0000
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