POOR BUTTERFLY

 DOMINGO, 19 DE ENERO 


Mientras los gamones (no los de Gabugo, no!) de Burgos! celebran su calle Victoria, que siempre ha sido la mía porque nací en ella ;-) yo os pongo a Cecile que es un descubrimiento que llevo un tiempo celebrando. Ganó el Thelonious Monk en 2010, concurso de donde salen los mejores talentos del Jazz con mayúsculas. Y en las últimas semanas no paro de encontrar "tesoros" que salen de su garganta. Esta "Poor Butterfly" a capella es un ejemplo para empezar.

 

There's a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly's her name, a sweet little innocent child was she
'Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came

They met 'neath the cherry blossoms everyday
And he taught her how to love the American way
To love with her soul, 'twas easy to learn
Then he sailed away with a promise to return

Poor Butterfly... 'Neath the blossoms waiting
Poor butterfly... For she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low

The moon and I know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back then, then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die. Poor Butterfly.