for mezzo soprano, flute, oboe, harp, and contrabass
The poems used in “De Laguna” are from the book Laguna, by Alberto Arvelo Ramos, a contemporary Venezuelan poet. Translations by Mercedes Otero.
The lagoon is not a mirror for us to vibrate, but the eye of the earth wishing to understand.
What is it that you want to tell me, tranquil and terrible pupil? Are you wishing me to drawn into your light without clarity, into your understanding that either forgives nor understands?
Do you want me to quit being who I am to become pure water, run along with you, because of you, put the night?
Tell me what you are looking at! Tell me what I do not want you to see!
II- de Laguna
The moon is different from itself.
It ignores the breaking of the leaves.
Mounts, and rivers, and smiles
get deeper into not being.
All is normal. The norm?
Loves undeserved each other.
But seeing you I understand
yhat in spite of the rain
you do not flow to ground
like a drizzle
But I flow you and I know
that in spite of the stones
I drip into your fissures.
But I crack and listen
To know it should suffice
to know that something may be
But it is not enough.
I am ready for your threat.
I accept and call upon
your calculating anger.
I am disposed
for the purity of your nails.
For you to pull threads of silence
away from me.
For you to tear apart my interior woods.
To denude me like a stone. To unroot the fibers of my pasture.
I am ready for the sharp tiger of your eyes.
I know a black morning in your gray.
I know dawn, the fullmoon morning, the dark moon of your echoes, the tenderness that wounds more than the invisible moons. I know your calm. The tenebrous blue of your joy