The Waters of March. A masterpiece and my delight to mark this month. I have loved this song for many years. Antonio Carlos Jobim. Brazilian. The song was written in Portuguese. Watch him sing it with Elis Regina. Click on the title Aguas de marco.
the rhythm of the Bossa Nova (he also wrote The Girl from Ipanema
Now the words: the magical collage.
http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/waters.html
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
the words tumble down like debris from a rain-swelled stream, seemingly unrelated, yet all rushing towards their final destination. It's the speaking of the words that makes the magic. I might write my own river images! I think I will.
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
1 comment:
I like the words, "It's the promise of life in your heart."
I love it when you post, btw.
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