La bellesa que declina Sergi Ă lvarez Riosalido
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllabe of recorded time Macbeth, acte V, escena 5
La bellesa que declina Sergi Ă lvarez Riosalido
maig-juny de 2014
Sonet 18 William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
És que puc comparar-te a un jorn d’estiu, quan tu ets més adorable i més clement? Brots tendres bat l’oratge intempestiu i el bon temps s’interromp sobtadament.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
Hi ha cops que un fulgor ardent el cel domina i cops que l’or del cel a penes dura; tota bellesa fatalment declina per l’atzar o pel curs de la Natura.
But thy eternal summer shall not fadet Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternallines to time thou grow'st.
Però jo veig perenne el teu estat i sense perdre un bri de gentilesa. No et retindrà la Mort al seu costat si un vers etern el teu encant palesa.
Se long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Mentre l’ull miri i l’home no hagi mort, viurà el meu vers i et donarà suport.