Com el temps d’un albat (Like a child’s early death)

soprano, piano
Duration: 3’40’’
Lyrics: Jordi Sala

Comment by the composer

«Poetic reflections on the elusive moment where human experience lies, like the life of an albat, a short-lived child.»

Text (catalan version)

Com un tro desoït,
com llampec extingit,
com la flor de la nit;
com la fulla que cau
en el temps d’un adéu,
com la vida del floc
que a la mà ja no és neu;
com l’onada que es perd
delerosa de verd,
com plugim al desert.
L’escalfor del teu cos,
el somriure esbossat,
la mirada amb delit,
la paraula en un crit,
tot allò que has callat
que no cap al teu pit,
massa breu, massa tard,
com el temps d’un albat.

English version (Sam Abrams)

Like unheard thunder,
like extinguished lightning,
like a night flower;
like a falling leaf
lasting the same as farewell,
like the life of a flake,
no longer snow in your hand;
like the fading wave
yearning for green,
like fine rain in the desert.
The warmth of your body,
the hint of a smile,
the thrill in your eyes,
words in a cry,
what you have silenced
what cannot be withheld,
too slight, too late,
like a child’s early death.