domingo, 3 de julio de 2016

Purcell. Dido and Aeneas; Ah! Belinda, I am press'd with torment


DIDO
Ah! Belinda, I am press'd
with torment
not to be confess'd,
peace and I
are strangers grown.
I languish till
my grief is known,
yet would not have it guess'd.
DIDO
Ay, Belinda!
Me acosa un tormento
inconfesable,
la paz y yo nos hemos hecho
extrañas.
Languideceré hasta
que mi pesar sea conocido,
aunque no debiera ni suponerse.

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