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"Tras de un amoroso lance,..." Juan de la Cruz
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Composition for Baritone and Wind and String Orchestra, to a poem by Juan de la Cruz, in original Spanish.
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
Song Info
Genre
Classical Opera
Charts
Peak #126
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Juan de la Cruz/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2011
Uploaded
January 07, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:46
Story behind the song
The composition is in Spanish. An English translation of the lyrics follow:
Lyrics
Not Without Hope Pulsing My Breast… Not without hope pulsing my breast, Adventuring in love I flew; So high, so far I soared the blue That I at last attained my quest. In order to achieve this aim, Even pursue this divine end, I had to fly to heights unkenned By sharpest eye, but, all the same, My flight fell short and in that test Almost experienced defeat – Yet ardent love bade me compete Till I at last attained my quest. Confused and dazzled by the light Blinding my certainty of eye, As I explored the highest sky My greatest conquest came by night. Adventuring in love, I pressed My reckless flight, so far, so steep, And dared so dark an eye-shut leap, That I at last attained my quest. At that exalted altitude, The higher that I dared to soar, Adventuring in love, the more Depressed I felt, an attitude Which drew my cry: no one finds rest In tiredness, or hope in gloom; Never to reach love seems my doom – Yet I at last attained my quest. By a means puzzling and strange Each single flight was multiplied A thousandfold, for heavenside Is only reached by those who range With hope where hope is; thus, my best Adventuring in love, despair Denied, was in love’s utmost air – There I at last attained my quest.
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