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2004-02-05
 
Sexo, Miséria, Paus e Outras Tetas - Traduções de Pasolini para "Brasileiro" e "Canadense"

Os Outros Românticos

Eram os outros românticos, no escuro
Cultuavam outra idade média situada no futuro
Não no passado
Sendo incapazes de acompanhar
A baba Babel de economias
As mil teorias da economia
Recitadas na televisão
Tais irredutíveis ateus
Simularam uma religião
E o espírito era o sexo de Pixote então
Na voz de algum cantor de rock alemão
Com o ódio aos que mataram Pixote a mão
Nutriam a rebeldia e a revolução
E os trinta milhões de meninos abandonados do Brasil
Com seus peitos crescendo, seus paus crescendo
E os primeiros mênstruos
Compunham as visões dos seus vitrais
E seus apocalipses mais totais
E suas utopias radicais
Anjos sobre Berlim
"O mundo desde o fim" *
E no entanto era um sim
E foi e era e é e será sim

(They were the other romantics, in darkness
They made a cult of another middle age
Located in the future not in the past
Being incapable of following
The blah, blah, bubble of economics recited on television
These irreducible atheists
Simulated a religion
And the Spirit was the sexy of Pixote
In the voice of some German rock singer
With retrad for those who killed Pixote by hand
They nurtured rebellion and revolution
And the thirty million abandoned kids of Brazil
With their tits growing, their dicks growing,
Their first menstruations
Composed the visions in their stainglass windows
And their most complete apocalipses
And their radical utopias
Angels over Berlin
The world since the end
And all the while it was a yes
It has been, it was, it is, and will be yes)**

Caetano Veloso (para Jorge Mautner) 1989

* Antônio Cícero, Luciano Figueiredo e Khliebnikov
** Tradução para Inglês: Arto Lindsay


E não concordo com algo central do poema do Paolo (do ponto de vista de tese e "deixando o estético ao lado" - como se eu soubesse fazer isso...): o sexo é a vã consolação de todos e não só dos miseráveis. Como diz um canadense que tal como o Caetano além de poeta sabe umas coisas (este agora vai sem tradução) -:


Closing Time

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

Leonard Cohen 1992
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