Compositor fala de sua vida, música e de seu país.
João Pessoa, 1951.
In English:
Brazil has, by nature, the geographical form of a heart. Every Brazilian has this heart. Music goes from one sou...
Compositor fala de sua vida, música e de seu país.
João Pessoa, 1951.
In English:
Brazil has, by nature, the geographical form of a heart. Every Brazilian has this heart. Music goes from one soul to another. Birds talk through music. They have a heart. Everything we feel in life is felt in our hearts. The heart is life's metronome. And there's a lot of people who forget this. A metronome is what humanity needs most. If there was someone who could implant a metronome at earth's core, maybe we'd be closer to peace. People misunderstand each other. Races and peoples live mismatched, because they don't remember the metronome they keep in their bodies: the heart. God gave Brazil this geometrical form of a heart. And there's a throbbing rhythm in all countrymen, especially those from the northeastern region: this sense of rhythm, heart, this unit of movement, this sensitive metronome. My friends, it was with this thought that I became a musician. It was because of this that I became a deep and eternal slave of this country's things. And I don't have any special gift for speaking or writing, but I do have a gift for sounds and rhythm. And I transcribe in sounds and rhythm this crazy love I have for my nation. This is my presentation. This is, in principle, the justification of all I've been doing for Brazil so far. I apologise for talking a little about my life, regarding Brazil. But it's necessary, because it may be useful to the youngers, in case they follow the same track, the same destiny God gave me. I've never looked for culture, erudition or knownledge in books, doctrines, theories or orthodox forms. Never! Because my only book was Brazil. Not the map of Brazil, but this country's ground, where I tread, walk, roam. Every man I find in Brazil represents an aesthetical form in musical conception. Every bird that sings to my ears is a theme that gathers other themes, invisible and abstract themes that become music, art music. Art that is free as our nature. An independent art, just like the birds of Brazil. Sentimental art, like our countrymen. My music is a reflex of sincerity. I grieved at the beginning. Well, it's natural. It was a revolt from those who were attached to tradition; those who could not even find themselves; those who never looked at the mirror of their consciousness, seeking the physiognomy of their own race. Brazil spent a lot of time, my friends, many years imitating. But, thank God, sought a mirror, or found by chance the reflex of a big nation's reality. They could never be themselves if they hadn't done it their way, without imitating anybody. And this was done with ordinary things like fashion. And even in literature! See the poets, for instance. The Parnassians and even modern poets. See some paintings, old and modern. See some sculptures, this art that is significant in Brazil like no other. See? They've found themselves, they found their way. Brazil finds its way. Unfortunatelly, our population is small if compared to the greatness of our land. But we find our way. And all that suits so well my life's penitence.
I'll translate part 2 ASAP and add it to the description.