O mar é para todos nós/ Dúinn go léir í an mhuir

O mar é para todos nós

Isabel Aguiar (1958 -)

O mar é para todos nós
O mar tem peixes místicos
O mar é o Firmamento
O mar é o Firmamento
O mar é o Firmamento
Só os peixes místicos sabem saltar para as redes
Só os peixes místicos sabem saltar para as redes
Só os peixe místicos sabem saltar para as redes
Só os peixes místicos sabem saltar para as redes
As redes São Todo o Firmamento a Luzir.
 

Dúinn go léir í an mhuir

Dúinn go léir í an mhuir
Tá éisc mhisteacha sa mhuir
Is í an Fhirmimint í an mhuir
Is í an Fhirmimint í an mhuir
Is í an Fhirmimint í an mhuir
Na héisc mhisteacha amháin atá in ann léim sna líonta
Na héisc mhisteacha amháin atá in ann léim sna líonta
Na héisc mhisteacha amháin atá in ann léim sna líonta
Na héisc mhisteacha amháin atá in ann léim sna líonta
An Fhirmimint ar Fad is í Lonrach iad na líonta.

Haiku le Issa ón mbliain 1814

.六十に二ッふみ込む夜寒哉

roku jû ni futatsu fumikomu yozamu kana
 

bliain eile níos cóngaraí
   don trí scór  . . .
      oíche fhuar

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now/ÓN DA THAOBH

ÓN DA THAOBH

Folt na n-aingeal thuas sa spéir
Is féach na caisleáin bhán’ go léir
Is níl sna sléibhte ach cleití gé
Sin mise is an néal

Is bac anois iad ar an ngrian
Is sneachta iad is báisteach dhian
Is bhí an saol ’gam ar mo mhian
Bhí néalta orm sa tslí

Is feicim néalta ón dá thaobh
Ó bhun go barr, le súil ’tá saobh,
Ach níl sa rud ar fad ach néal
Ní thuigimse é fós mar scéal.

Bíonn an samhradh lán de spraoi
An chraic go léir, an céilí
Is creideann tú sna scéalta sí
Sin mise ‘gus an grá.

Ach níl sa chraic ar fad ach seó
Is fág ag gáire iad, slán beo
Is bíodh sé seo i ngan fhios dóibh
Ná bíodh sé le rá.

Is feicim grá ón dá thaobh
Ó bhun go barr, le súil ’tá saobh,
Ach níl sa rud ar fad ach néal
Ní thuigimse é fós mar scéal.

Deor’ go leor is fós an bród
Á rá ‘Mo ghrá thú’! Imeacht le scód
Aislingí i measc na bplód
Sin mise ’gus an saol.

Na seanchairde bhí ’gam tráth
Táim athraithe, tá siad á rá
Bhuel sin mar bhíonn is sin mar tá
Bheith beo ó lá go lá.

Is feicim é ón dá thaobh
An bua an chaill, le súil ’tá saobh
Ach níl sa saol ar fad ach néal
Ní thuigimse é fós mar scéal.

Is feicim é ón dá thaobh
Ó bhun go barr, le súil ’tá saobh
Ach níl sa saol ar fad ach néal
Ní thuigimse é fós mar scéal.

BOTH SIDES NOW

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ‘em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

Joni Mitchell: Préachán Dubh/ Black Crow

PRÉACHÁN DUBH Tá préachán sa spéir Dubh is ceamach Crann go crann Chomh dubh leis an mbóthar mór atá ann É ag tumadh síos Chun breith ar rud éigin lonrach Mothaím ar nós an éin Eitlím I ngorm-spéir Do fuaireas bád go dtí an bóthar Is thiomáineas chuig eitleán Fuaireas eitleán go tacsaí Agus tacsaí chuig an traein Fada mé ar an ród Conas a aithneoidh mé an baile Tar éis a bheith i gcéin Táim mar phréachán dubh mo léan I ngoirme spéir’. Sa tóir ar ghrá is ceolta Mar sin 'bhí mo shaol Soilsiú anama Corbadh Is tumadh tumadh tumadh tumadh Tumadh síos chun breith ar gach aon rud lonrach Díreach ar nós an éin I ngorm-spéir Is romham bhí an mhaidin Mé gan suan gan srann Is chonac sa seomra folctha gur m’aghaidh bhí ann Is cad a bhí lasmuigh Ach an t-anam bocht is é ar fán Chonac préachán ag eitilt I ngorm-spéir Ó táim mar phréachán dubh mo léan I ngorm-spéir.

Black Crow There’s a crow flying Black and ragged Tree to tree He’s black as the highway that’s leading me Now he’s diving down To pick up on something shiny I feel like that black crow Flying In a blue sky I took a ferry to the highway Then I drove to a pontoon plane I took a plane to a taxi And a taxi to a train I’ve been traveling so long How’m I ever going to know my home When I see it again I’m like a black crow flying In a blue blue sky In search of love and music My whole life has been Illumination Corruption And diving diving diving diving Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing Just like that black crow flying In a blue sky I looked at the morning After being up all night I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light I looked out the window And I saw that ragged soul take flight I saw a back crow flying In a blue sky Oh I’m like a black crow flying In a blue sky

Pogues: Dirty Old Town/ Seanbhaile Bréan

Seanbhaile Bréan Cois balla bhí an spéirbhean án Brionglóidí is an tseanchanáil Phógas bé cois na monarchan Seanbhaile bréan Seanbhaile bréan Tá na scamaill os comhair na ré Cait amuigh ar a gcamachuairt Cailín tá san earrach istoích’ Seanbhaile bréan Seanbhaile bréan Ó na dugaí bhúir bonnán Bhí an traein ina luisne bhuí Tús na bliana, deatach is gaoth Seanbhaile bréan Seanbhaile bréan Is táim chun tua breá géar a shnoí Cuirfead faghairt ann le tine bhreá Is leagfad thú mar a leagfainn crann Seanbhaile bréan Seanbhaile bréan Cois balla bhí an spéirbhean án Brionglóidí is an tseanchanáil Phógas bé cois na monarchan Seanbhaile bréan Seanbhaile bréan

"Dirty Old Town" I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town Dirty old town Heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town

Adolph Menzel

Íomhá Adolph Menzel
d'fhéadfadh ordóg na coise fiú rud éigin a chur inár leith	even a big toe can accuse us of something or other
親指すら 非難ができる ましてや Leagan Seapáinise: Mariko Sumikura (Kyoto)

aber die tage sind elend: einsam/ach is dearóil iad na laethanta: liom féin

aber die tage sind elend: einsam

aber die tage sind elend: einsam
in einer fremden stadt. wenige
hinterlassenschaften. tampons

auf der fensterbank. das bettzeug
ist zurückgeschlagen. die heizung
aufgedreht. der anorak hängt dort

am schmiedeeisernen haken. regen
rinnt die scheibe herab, zeichnet zarte
schattenbäche auf die hellen laken ...

ach is dearóil iad na laethanta: liom féin

ach is dearóil iad na laethanta: liom féin
i gcathair iasachta. is beag a fágadh
anseo domsa. roinnt súitíní

ar leac na fuinneoige. clúdaigh leapa
iompaithe ar ais. an teas ardaithe.
an t-anorac crochta thall

ar chrúca d’iarann saoirsithe. sileann braonta
báistí síos an pána, srutháiníní scáile á dtarraingt
acu ar na braillíní geala ...                       

Nadja Küchenmeister