senca tvojga psa

težko opišem občutke. šla sem na predstavo "senca tvojga psa" (gledališko-glasbena monodrama). Nisem še bla na bolši predstavi. Kak mojster je Branko Završan!!! (o m g) ! takoj bi šla še enkrat na predstavo, da bi slišala njegove odgovore na vprašanja kot so "te je strah?", "ljubiš ženske?", "kaj je sreča?"...in njegove odgovore, da ljubi ljubezen bolj kot ljubi ženske (ter ob tem simpatična pripomba, da ni gej:))) ; njegov odgovor, da je vsem ljudem na zemlji skupna le ena stvar - nežnost in da je sreča v življenju edino to, da uresničiš svoje sanje. Najbolj nore. Tiste, ki si jih imel kot 16 letnik. Moraš sledit. Moraš dalje. Samo tako, ko iščeš, se trudiš s tistim v kar verjameš in ne kar se pričakuje..to je sreča.

odgovori so nekako povezovali 14 pesmi, ki jih je zapel - namreč- Branko Završan je prevedel
pesmi Jacques Brela (belgijsko-francoskega skladatelja, pevca, pesnika in igralca, avtorja sugestivne poezije in metaforike). Jacques Brel je bil "da man" u 60-ih. Branko ga je začel že kmalu poslušat (vendar podobno kot jaz ni štekal nič ka tip govori, ma mu je blo blazno všeč kako strastno poje, kako ga začutš, kuk se skriva poleg besedila v samem načinu kak to pove). Zato se je tip (govorim o Branku) odloču, da ga bo prevedu...Zapisal je:

"Ko sem v Parizu začel razumevati tudi vsebino, me je bilo skoraj groza, kaj sem vsa ta leta zamujal. Nedopustno se mi je zdelo, da ga dobršen del prebivalcev Slovenije, ki ne govorijo francosko, ne bi nikoli srečal. Zaklel sem se, da ga bom nekoč prevedel in zapel v slovenščini. Triindvajset let sem zbiral pogum pred njegovo veličino in svojim spoštovanjem."

Na predstavi so Branka spremljali še vrhunski glasbeniki. Nekdo (baje znan, ma jaz ga nisem poznala:), ki je špilal bobne, en violončelo in en na kitarci...ob legendarni pesmi Ne me Quitte Pas (v Završanovem prevodu Saj ne boš kar šla) je pa pu gledališča robce iskal. OMG! kuk noro. kuk dobr. kak nor prevod. vse sm štekala, kaku me je ganilu. omg. nisem nasledne pol ure k sebi pršla. what a feeling.

torej poleg salse, sladoleda, poezije sem odkrila nov hobi. gledališče. priceless

za konec Vam poklanjam link kjer lah na youtubu najdete mojo najlubšo jacquesovo pesm. saj ne boš kar šla.

uživajte***

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KjdjsFf-l4

p.s.še razlaga zakaj naslov senca tvojga psa. ravno v tej pesmi, na koncu, pač pove, da če že ne more biti poleg nje, naj bo vsaj njena senca, senca njene roke in če ne drugega "senca tvojga psa."
ganljivo.

angleški prevod (slovenskega na netu ne najdm)...

Don't leave me. We must forget, everything can be forgotten.
It is already gone. Forget the time of misunderstandings,
and the time wasted trying to understand how.

Forget those hours that sometimes killed the heart of happiness by questioning why.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.

Me, I'll give you pearls of rain from countries where it doesn't rain.
I'll mine the earth until after my death to cover your body with gold and light.
I'll make a land where love will be king, where love will be law, where you will be queen.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.

I'll make up for you foolish words that you will understand. I'll speak to you of those lovers who twice saw their hearts blaze up. I'll tell to you the story of the king who died because he couldn't meet you.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.

We have often seen fire flash anew from an ancient volcano that was thought too old.
It seems that these burned lands yield more corn than a superb April.
And when the evening comes, don't red and black marry to set the sky ablaze?
Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.

I won't cry any more, I won't talk any more. I'll hide myself here and watch you dance and smile, and listen to you sing and then laugh. Let me become the shadow of your shadow, the shadow of your hand, the shadow of your dog.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.