Águas de Março

I think I'm the only person I know who can lose their own toothbrush....

I found it in my cup with all my watercolor brushes.....seriously.  


é pau
é pedra....


the waters of march...


another song...I love...written by Antonio Carlos Jobim....which he wrote two versions...one in Portuguese and one in English...

it's about...the stormiest rainiest month in Rio De Janeiro...March...bringing flooding to many parts of the city...

the song paints a collage of items....things washing down from the storm...scenes of the city....

and the music contains a downward motion...much like shepard tones ...feeling as if the song itself is trickling down like the very same waters of march....

and this...I love...I love the sound symbolism....along with the lyrics...to mimic the descent of this very....mutable element....as is..with many things....

ever changing....meandering....

a stick, a stone....it's the end of the road...
it's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone, 
it's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun, 
it is night, it is death, its a trap, its a gun.

 

the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, 
the nod of the wood, the song of a thrush, 
the wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall, 
a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all. 

it's the wind blowing free, it's the end of a slope, 
it's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope

and the riverbank talks of the Waters of March, 
it's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart...

a drip drip drip....a drop drop drop.....

and the promise of spring....

I love this song...especially when things are thawing here...and the water from the snow is running down everywhere...and finally little tufts of grass can be seen....and long lost mittens...and feels like....

the promise of spring...and everything is smiling...rebirth.  

and....also....

the Portuguese version is incredibly beautiful...I love listening to Portuguese....

I guess the take home message..... even as things get crazy....and everything is falling down...and rushing by in a flood....strain will cease....and things will get better...like a cleanse...flushing out the old....
if you believe in horoscopes...apparently mine is gonna be kick ass next year...in the Spring...and now my kids are sufficiently tired of hearing this song.



peace...love...and the promise of life....

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