Saturday, March 31, 2018

Song 1: Ornamento

I am studying a course called Endurance, and this is my second Action Project. In this Unit I had to let myself dream and craft a mission of my liking. This mission could take months or years. For my Action Project I had to dedicate 12 hours to completing a task that related itself with the mission I had chosen, documenting along the way, as an appetizer of sorts for the life mission to come. I chose as my mision to fully compose, produce and masterize an album of 9 songs. Consequently, I chose as my 12-hour-task to compose a song.

The following video is the documentation I did in the process of developing my task.

 
The following video is the song I composed, called Ornamento (Ornament is Spanish)



Song Title: Ornamento (Ornament)

Song Lyrics: 

Vecino, amigo, hermano
con ese cuchillo en el pecho
Cómo es que te has levantado
sin pena a vivirla de nuevo?
Cómo es que tu sonrisa le ha ganado al sangrado?
Se ha cicatrizado.

Te he visto danzando en mis días 
cambiando de sexo y de mira
te he visto danzando en el tiempo
brindando esperanza escondida
Cómo es que yo te miro, te escucho, y de pronto confío?
Y aparece al despejar 
mi certidumbre en la ansiada paz.

Percibo el perfume divino
que viene de tu vestidura 
me atrevo a llamarte el consuelo
que adorna los días, las noches
te cuento que ahora confío, con labios partidos, y aspiro tu aroma
y mi fuerza no da lugar
a la insustancialidad.

Translation: 

Neighbor, friend, brother
with that knife in the chest
How are you getting up
without regret to live it again?
How is it that your smile has beat the bleeding?
It has healed.

I've seen you dancing in my days
changing sex and look
I've seen you dancing in time
offering hidden hope
How is it that I look at you, I listen to you, and suddenly I trust?
And, as the day clears 
my certainty for peace appears.

I perceive the divine perfume
that comes from your vestment
I dare to call you the consolation
that adorns the days, the nights
I tell you that now I trust, with split lips, and I aspire your aroma
and my strength does not give rise
to insubstantiality.