2017
OPERA DEDICATA A LUCA FRESCHI
ORIGAMI GOLDEN VENTURE CON CARTA DA LIBRI DEL PRIMO '900, CHINA E FRAMMENTI DI ALBERI.
60 X 60 X 15 CM
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ELEVATION
WORK DEDICATED TO LUCA FRESCHI
ORIGAMI GOLDEN VENTURE WITH PAPER FROM BOOKS OF THE FIRST '900, CHINA AND FRAGMENTS OF TREES
Al di sopra degli stagni, al di sopra delle valli,
delle montagne, dei boschi, delle nubi, dei mari,
oltre il sole e l'etere, al di là dei confini delle sfere stellate,
anima mia ti muovi con agilità,
e, come un bravo nuotatore che fende l' onda,
tu solchi gaiamente, l'immensità profonda
con indicibile e maschia voluttà.
Via da questi miasmi putridi,
va' a purificarti nell'aria superiore,
e bevi come un puro e divin liquore
il fuoco chiaro che riempie i limpidi spazi.
Alle spalle le noie e i molti dispiaceri
che gravano col loro peso sulla grigia esistenza
felice chi può con un colpo d'ala vigoroso
slanciarsi verso campi luminosi e sereni;
colui i cui pensieri, come allodole,
verso i cieli al mattino spiccano un volo
– che plana sulla vita. e comprende senza sforzo
il linguaggio dei fiori e delle cose mute.
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Au-dessus des étangs, au-dessus des vallées,
Des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers,
Par delà le soleil, par delà les éthers,
Par delà les confins des sphères étoilées,
Mon esprit, tu te meus avec agilité,
Et, comme un bon nageur qui se pâme dans l'onde,
Tu sillonnes gaiement l'immensité profonde
Avec une indicible et mâle volupté.
Envole-toi bien loin de ces miasmes morbides;
Va te purifier dans l'air supérieur,
Et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur,
Le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides.
Derrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins;
Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes,
Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor,
– Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort
Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes!
Above the valleys and the lakes: beyond
The woods, seas, clouds and mountain-ranges: far
Above the sun, the aethers silver-swanned
With nebulae, and the remotest star,
My spirit! with agility you move
Like a strong swimmer with the seas to fight,
Through the blue vastness furrowing your groove
With an ineffable and male delight.
Far from these foetid marshes, be made pure
In the pure air of the superior sky,
And drink, like some most exquisite liqueur,
The fire that fills the lucid realms on high.
Beyond where cares or boredom hold dominion,
Which charge our fogged existence with their spleen,
Happy is he who with a stalwart pinion
Can seek those fields so shining and serene:
Whose thoughts, like larks, rise on the freshening breeze
Who fans the morning with his tameless wings,
Skims over life, and understands with ease
The speech of flowers and other voiceless things.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE, Elevazione (Les fleurs du mal, 1857).
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Elevation
Elevation
Above the ponds, above the valleys,
Mountains, woods, clouds, and seas,
Beyond the sun, beyond the heavens,
Beyond the confines of starry spheres,
My spirit, you roam with agility,
And, like a good swimmer bracing the waves,
You soar happily into profound immensity
With exquisite male delight.
Fly, far away from these noxious surroundings;
And cleanse yourself in the pure air above,
And drink, the clear fire that fills lucid spaces,
As you would a pure and divine liqueur.
Behind the nuisances, and the vast chagrins
Amassing with their weight our bewildered existence,
Happy is he who can with a vigorous wing
Propel towards the luminous and serene realms;
He whose thoughts, like larks,
Free, in the morning take flight,
— Hover over life, and understand with ease
The language of flowers and silent things!
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