Lluís Llach al Liceu - A la taverna del mar

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De "Jocs" al Liceu Biographie: http://www.visiteursdusoir.com/fra_llach_biogr.html LLETRA - LYRICS ____________________ A la taverna del mar (Kavafis - Lluís Llach) A la taverna del mar hi seu un vell amb el cap blanquinós, deixat anar; té el diari al davant perquè ningú no li fa companyia. Sap el menyspreu que els ulls tenen pel seu cos, sap que el temps ha passat sense cap goig, que ja no pot donar l'antiga frescor d'aquella bellesa que tenia. És vell, prou que ho sap; és vell, prou que ho nota. És vell, prou que ho sent cada instant que plora. És vell, i té temps, massa temps per a veure-ho. Era, era quan era ahir encara. I se'n recorda del seny, el mentider, com el seny que li va fer aquest infern quan a cada desig li deia "demà tindràs temps encara". I fa memòria del plaer que va frenar, cada albada de goig que es va negar, cada estona perduda que ara li fa escarni del cos llaurat pels anys. A la taverna del mar, hi seu un vell que, de tant recordar, tant somniar, s'ha quedat adormit damunt la taula. __________________________________________ English Translation (thanks to Kizabi) The Tavern of the Sea (Kavafis-Lluís Llach) An old man sits in The Tavern of the Sea. His old, white head is bowed in misery. In the newspaper he hides, his head hidden inside, He's alone and feels ashamed that he has no company. He sees contempt for him in other people's eyes. He feels the despair of the time passing him by. The loss of his youth and of his beauty is a truth, A truth he cannot disguise, a truth he cannot hide. He is old--he must know; he is old--he must realize. He is old and you see it: you see it when he cries. He is old and he has too much time to reflect: To think about the past when all was possible yet. And he recalls the deceipt of common sense, And how it blocked all his desires like a fence. Dreams of happy tomorrows turned into today's sorrows; His hellish present is his inheritance. Memories are evoked of the pleasures he repressed, Of every sunrise whose promise he dismissed, Of all the hours that never flowered and now Mark his face with the scars of his distress. He is old--he must know; he is old--he must realize. He is old and you see it: you see it when he cries. He is old and he has too much time to think: To think about the past when all was possible yet. An old man sits in the tavern of the sea. Weary of remembering, weary of dreaming, he Has fallen asleep on the table, on the table, as you can see.

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