Traces

’Traces (El rastro)’ is a chamber opera for soprano, mezzo soprano, tenor, flute, clarinet, percussion, piano, violin, cello and electronics.


It was written for a workshop during the Darmstadt festival 2014 but is a part of a 3 part chamber opera called ”The Illuminated Traces of Ligeia". This chamber opera has the subtitle ’a visual audiodrama’ and should focus on this when performed.  It can be performed either as a chamber music piece or as a short chamber opera. It is 15 minutes long, with text inspired by the Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez & two poems by Inger Christensen and Pentti Saarikoski.


The characters in ’Traces’ are:

Nina - soprano

Will - tenor

Narrator - mezzo soprano


’Traces’ is a part of the chamber opera "The Illuminated Traces of Ligeia”. The Darmstadt version is not the one that will be final in the chamber opera. The instrumentation will then be:


Singers: Soprano, Mezzo soprano, Tenor & Bass

Musicians: Fl, Cl, Prc, Pno, Acc, Ztr, Vln & Vlc

Other: Choir, Electronics & Dancer

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This piece is published on Edition-S. For more information about the piece or other, send an e-mail to info@edition-s.dk. For only information about hiring material, send an e-mail to sales@edition-s.dk.

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Material to download:


Score (contact the publisher Edition-S)       


Recording     


3 Soundfiles (contact the publisher Edition-S)     


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Traces























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Dress rehearsal with the singers  Jessica Aszodi (sopr), Clara Stengard Hansen (mezz sopr) & Hitoshi Tamada (ten) & the ensemble Interface with the conductor Stefan Schreiber playing on the 14th of August 2014 in Darmstadt, Germany during the Darmstadt festival. Ensemble Interface consists of: Bettina Berger (flute), Andrea Nogy (clarinet), Angus Wilson (percussion), Anna D’Errico (piano), Alicja Pilarczyk (violin) & Christophe Mathias (cello)















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Text:

Narrator:

I see the light skies

I see the light sun

I see how easy they paint

An endless continuum

as if they feel trust

To me standing on the ground

As if they know that I

Am their words.


Will:

Is it bad?


Nina:                                                                 

Not really.                                                    

It is just a little sting.

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Nina:

If someone wants to find us, it

will be easy. He only needs to

follow the traces of my blood in the snow.

Imagine, a trace of blood in the snow,

the whole way from Madrid to Paris.

Wouldn’t it be nice for a song?

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[Nina’s song]


He came, he saw and followed.

Followed my trace in the snow.

A snow which had the colour.

The colour of love, life, despair.

He could not resist

to find the source.                              

He could not resist my trace.

My trace of blood is visible

the whole way from Madrid to Paris.

My life is running out of me.

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Don’t get scared.

The worst thing that can happen

is that this cannibal cuts off my hand

and eats it.


Narrator:

The sky surrenders

and thoughts

do not bring us anywhere

we are constantly

lost


[Will’s song]


Will:

He came, him the fool, and strangled.

Strangled the love of his life.

A life of which he's not worthy.

If worthy was ever for him.

How can I ever go on?

Give me a chance to start over.

Narrator:

Jeg ser de lette skyer                                  

Jeg ser den lette sol                                   

Jeg ser hvor let de tegner                         

Et endeløst forløb                                       

som om de føler tillid                                

Til mig der står på jorden                         

Som om de ved at jeg                                

Er deres ord.                                               

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Will:                                                                 

¿Es algo grave?


Nina:                                                                 

No.                                                                                               

Es sólo un pinchazo.              

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Nina:                                                                          

Si alguien nos quiere encontrar será                                   

muy fácil. Sólo tendrá que seguir el                      

rastro de mi sangre en la nieve.

Imagínate, un rastro de sangre en la                                

nieve desde Madrid hasta París.                                    .

¿No te parece bello para una canción?                      

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[Canción de Nina]


Él llegó, él vio y la siguió.                                            

Siguió mi rastro en la nieve.

Una nieve que tenía un color.                                            

El color del amor, la vida, la desesperanza.                    

Él no pudo resistir                                                              

para encontrar la fuente.                                                                                  

Él no pudo resistir mi rastro.                                            

Mi rastro de sangre es visible                                        

sin parar desde Madrid hasta París.

Mi vida se está quedando sin mí.                                   

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No te asustes.                                                                     

Lo único que puede suceder                                               

es que este caníbal me corte la mano                             

para comérsela.                   

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Narrator:

Taivas nöyrtyy                                  

ja ajattelu                           

ei vie mihinkään                              

me olemme aina                                

eksyksissä                                          

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[Canción de Will]                                   


Will:                                                                                               

Él vino, él, el tonto, y estrangulado.  

Estrangulado por el amor de su vida.                         

Una vida que de él no es digna.                                   

Si alguna vez fue digan de él.                                             

¿Cómo voy a pasar?                                                         

Dame la oportunidad de empezar de nuevo.            

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