Merveilleuse exhumation à laquelle s'est livré Gérard Zuchetto dans cette incroyable collection d'enregistrements "La Troba"… Une authenticité qui frappe l'oreille… et le cœur !
When the new vegetation and the leaves appear, when the flowers bloom on the branch, and when the nightingale clear and loud raises its voice and begins to sing, I rejoice in the nightingale, and in the flowers, and in myself, and most of all in my lady. I am surrounded by joy on all sides, but she is the joy from which all other joys come. So much do I love my lady, and hold her dear, and so much do I fear and honor her, that I dare not talk to her of myself. I ask her nothing and I send her nothing. But still she knows of my pain and sorrow, and when it pleases her she bestows on me grace and honor, and when it pleases her I submit to even less so that no blame may come to her. If I knew how to cast spells on people, my enemies would become babes, so that none of them could discover anything that could be turned against us. I know now that I will see my lady, and her fair eyes and fresh color, and I will kiss her on the mouth every which way, so that for a month the marks will be visible. I would like to find her alone, sleeping, or pretending to sleep, so that I could steal a sweet kiss from her, since I am not worth so much that I could ask it of her. By God, lady, little do we profit from our love; time passes, and we are losing the best moments. We should speak in a coded language, and since audacity is worth little, may ingenuity be the thing. Alas! I die from desire. For often, I am so full of yearning that theives could carry me off, and I wouldn't even realize what was happening. By God, Love! you find me Defeated (vensedor=Ventadorn), with few friends and without another master. Why don't you, once, ensnare my lady, before I am consumed with passion? Bernard de Ventadorn
L'effetto "macchina del tempo" è immediato. Il motivo è monodico (l'alba della polifonia vocale deve ancora sorgere) ma cerebrale. Si avverte (credo) il recente distacco della musica profana dal canto Gregoriano. Raffinata suggestione, per molti ma... non per tutti.
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Merveilleuse exhumation à laquelle s'est livré Gérard Zuchetto dans cette incroyable collection d'enregistrements "La Troba"… Une authenticité qui frappe l'oreille… et le cœur !
When the new vegetation and the leaves appear, when the flowers bloom on the branch, and when the nightingale clear and loud raises its voice and begins to sing, I rejoice in the nightingale, and in the flowers, and in myself, and most of all in my lady. I am surrounded by joy on all sides, but she is the joy from which all other joys come.
So much do I love my lady, and hold her dear, and so much do I fear and honor her, that I dare not talk to her of myself. I ask her nothing and I send her nothing. But still she knows of my pain and sorrow, and when it pleases her she bestows on me grace and honor, and when it pleases her I submit to even less so that no blame may come to her.
If I knew how to cast spells on people, my enemies would become babes, so that none of them could discover anything that could be turned against us. I know now that I will see my lady, and her fair eyes and fresh color, and I will kiss her on the mouth every which way, so that for a month the marks will be visible.
I would like to find her alone, sleeping, or pretending to sleep, so that I could steal a sweet kiss from her, since I am not worth so much that I could ask it of her. By God, lady, little do we profit from our love; time passes, and we are losing the best moments. We should speak in a coded language, and since audacity is worth little, may ingenuity be the thing.
Alas! I die from desire. For often, I am so full of yearning that theives could carry me off, and I wouldn't even realize what was happening. By God, Love! you find me Defeated (vensedor=Ventadorn), with few friends and without another master. Why don't you, once, ensnare my lady, before I am consumed with passion?
Bernard de Ventadorn
Miedieval😍
Excellent! *****
L'effetto "macchina del tempo" è immediato. Il motivo è monodico (l'alba della polifonia vocale deve ancora sorgere) ma cerebrale. Si avverte (credo) il recente distacco della musica profana dal canto Gregoriano. Raffinata suggestione, per molti ma... non per tutti.
Oui « La Troba » est une bonne collection, mais je regrette qu'elle ne soit pas donnée.