DESCRIPTION:
Poems After Lorca (song II)

performed by His Excellency Ernesto Tomasini & Anna Zassimova

World premiere performance

TRANSLATIONS @ Cadogan Hall, London 5 June 2014

The snow's soul is kissed
by your departed shadow
which calls from every shadow,
Some sun's bloody needle
makes a fleece of them

Roses are blinding,
bloodstained by torch light
that drips on through the shadows,
while the moon's blood flows white,
flows white, flows white, flows white

into the pools of history
I feel its breath upon my cheek
till the howl of the morning
turns ice sculptures to blood
and shadows cloak what cannot be recovered

while the snow's soul is kissed
by your departed shadow
which calls from every shadow,
while some sun's bloody needle
punctures my dream