Lyrics of practice
"Quin plor més gran que duc A dins del meu poc cos Quin raig de foc que sento
A dintre meu"
-Maria Arnal i Marcel Bagès
Even tho some feelings are terrible to feel, like sorrow, guilt, shame, void, confusion…
They can be beautifully expressed by their description and the ornament of their definition
for instance, pity can be pretty by the interpretation of its visuals: “an overcast of darkness and flint, a runaway colt that doesn't know where it's going, a desert of sand, an imprisoned glory”
Es lo mismo que un nublado
De tiniebla y pedernál
Es un potro desbocado que no sabe donde va
Es un desierto de arena, pena
Es mi gloria de un penal
- Quintero, León y Quiroga (Ay, pena, penita, pena)
Or the voicing of words without letters, to sing from the empty life:
Canto a la vida plena
Des de la vida buida
Tanco els ulls, baixo el cap
La sang em puja al cap
I el cor em diu que sí
El cervell diu que sí
I tot en mi és un sí
Que mai no acabarà
Canto a la vida sí!
- Maria Arnal i Marcel Bagès (A la vida)
and the mystery analogue of contradictions, that disturbed all calm but at the same time, it gives birth in the soul a hope of love.
El misterio de tus ojos
Ha turbado toda mi calma
Y hace nacer en mi alma
Una esperanza de amor…
- Sílvia Pérez Cruz (Mechita)