intermedio musical: Alexandria

A pesar de vivir tan cerca del mar tengo más cerca la montaña.  A pesar del temperado clima donde vivo siempre respiramos un grado de menos. A pesar de la furiosa actividad de principios de verano yo necesito descansar, si cabe, un poco más. Y descanso.
Y siento no estar tan activa, como lo están las cucas del refrán.
Y para quienes se van y para quienes se quedan un calipo de fresa que les compense.




Louisa John-Krol, Alexandria (2000)

One more day away from Alexandria
And night is long to sail -
Rolling in a slow procession moved a place,
A city fair and strange.

II
Send the felon winds and every gust of wings
Toward Bayona's Hold
Over tides of dark I'll ever know your love
An uncrowned whitethorn blown:
"Fame isn't mortal,
nor does it lie in rumour, nor in your pride
But in the Laurel you'll reign afar
And in the Silence of you
in your rain, in your garden
in the sun on the rill
in Alexandria."

III
As one so long prepared
you'll hear the midnight voices,
Don't you mourn them now!
Don't betray your hope, and say goodbye to her -
Your Alexandria.