certain thoughts

 

now I have no desire to sound fatal but in these times it's no coincidence to have thoughts about your mortality. Maybe because I was asked about what music you would like to have played at my funeral. Something that I heard many years ago and is perfect. The person who asked said if you do play this there won't be a dry eye in the house.

Polegnala e Todora

Polegnala e Todora

Todora was taking a nap

Moma Todoro Todoro

O maiden Todora, Todora

Pod durvo pod maslinovo

Undernath a tree, an olive tree

Poveya vetrets, gornenets.

A wind blew, a north wind.

Otkurshi klonka maslina,

It snapped off an olive branch,

Che si Todora subudi

So that Todora woke up.

A tya mu se lyuto surdi:

And she angrily scolded it:

Vetre le nenaveyniko,

Unwanted wind,

Sega li nayde de veesh?

Why now did you decide to blow?

Sladka si sunya sunuvah

I was dreaming a sweet dream

Che mi doshlo purvo libe.

That my first love had come,

I doneslo pustra kitka,

And brought me a colorful bouquet,

I doneslo pustra kitka,

And brought me a colorful bouquet.

A na kitka zlaten prusten.

And on the bouquet a gold ring.

the paradox, I said to the person asking, is that it is one of the most affirming pieces of music I have ever heard in my life. An innocent nursery rhyme, yet filled with so much majesty and beauty, about a maiden woken from a dream where she was having thoughts about the betrothal of her first and true love. It may be ironic but the very joy of it cannot be denied.

something I hope that the piece, when played, will go some way to represent a reflection of me.