I - THE WAY THINGS DISAPPEAR OR STAY                     
   　                                                  
   I see the water's delicate transparence              
   slipping away before my eyes,                        
   the never ending hours, the floating remains,        
   reflections of a never present,                      
   never forgotten past. I see a melancholy image;      
   that which so fleetingly remains is going to die     
   Soon in another place, another time,                 
   Just like the sadness of the dead                    
   survives them when they leave.                       
   That's the image we will see                         
   when the river inescapably flows                     
   into the prodigious end of summer,                   
   whispering about everything it has seen,             
   far from its banks, like a late dawn                 
   that's always, endlessly, coming.       


1- Viendo Como Las Cosas Permanecen (First song of Idolos del Sueño) (poem by Carlos Pintado)

TAUBENSCHLAG
			si el hombre pudiera levantar su amor por el cielo
			como una nube de luz
							Luis Cernuda

Todo el misterio viene de la noche
como un sagrado símbolo de magia.
Si pudiera decir que todo es sueño,
atravesar el hondo espejo oscuro
y ver en un instante qué nos falta
ante el alba acechante y sigilosa.
Si yo pudiera alzar mi amor al cielo,
como quien alza un cirio hacia la noche,
y decir con sosiego, ya sin miedo,
llueven sombras al fondo de mis manos.
Si yo pudiera, semejante al día,
despertar y morir entre tus brazos,
gritar mi nombre al cielo que me olvida
y que también yo olvido vanamente.
Si no quedara nada de mi sombra.
Si el oro de los días y las noches
comenzara por fin a sepultarme.
Si pudiera volver sobre mi sombra,
sobre mi propio tiempo si pudiera,
y caminar de nuevo en estas calles
junto al sueño de dios y de los hombres
y ser de nuevo Taubenschlag, el joven.

Translation:
   All mystery comes from the night                     
   like a sacred symbol of magic.                       
   If I could say that everything’s a dream,          
   or cross through the dark, bottomless mirror         
   so in an instant I can see what's missing            
   before the silent dawn that lies in wait.            
   If to the heavens I could raise my love              
   the way we raise a candle towards the night          
   and say, fearlessly and calmly,                      
   it's raining shadows at the bottom of my hands.      
   If I could wake the way the morning wakes            
   and die in your arms,                                
   and call my name to the heavens that have forgotten me                

2 -Taubenschslag (Second song of Idolos del Sueño) (poem by Carlos Pintado)

Idolos the sueño is the third song of the entire composition "Idolos del sueño"
IDOLOS DEL SUEñO
Huid, idolos del sueño, todo acaba
con el alba incesante. Nada queda
de lo que fue: la luz vuelve a la seda,
el instante al instante que lo alaba.
Huid, idolos del sueño, de la danza
de dos cuerpos amados si conjuran
en un beso el umbral del tiempo y juran
la breve imagen, no su semejanza.
Huid, idolos del sueño. Alguien ha puesto
una carta de triunfo entre mis manos.
Huid para siempre o todo sera en vano:
Huid, idolos del sueño. Yo he dispuesto
el azar, la vigilia y las traiciones,
en las que todo amor vierte sus dones. 

III - DREAM EIDOLONS                                       
                                                       
   Flee, dream eidolons --everything                    
   comes to an end with the unending dawn.              
   Nothing is left of what once was: light returns to   
   the silk,                                            
   and the instant to that instant that praises it.     
   　                                                  
   Flee, you dream eidolons, from the love dance        
   of two bodies who, in a kiss,                        
   summon the threshold of time, and swear              
   by their brief image, not by their own likeness.     
                                                                                             
   Flee, dream eidolons. Someone has put                
   a trump card in my hands.                            
   Forever flee, or everything will have been in vain.  
   　                                                  
   Flee, dream eidolons. I am the one who has disposed  
   chance, wakefulness and betrayals,                   
   the glory of love and of its gifts.

3 -Idolos Del Sueño (Third song of "Idolos del Sueño) (poem by Carlos Pintado)

Light echoes for piano and percussion

Constellations lost among firefliesfor saxo alto and piano

Fragmented Memories for orchestra

Auroras (for two pianos) - Ileana Pérez - Velázquez

Elegia for String Quartet
This composition is dedicated to our loved ones who had an untimely death. It was partially inspired by the poem Elegia by Spanish poet Miguel Hernandez dedicated to Ramon Sije. I used the flamenco 12/4 clave and its character as a point of rhythmic and structural inspiration for some of my composition. I did not use any quotation of Flamenco music, since the flamenco clave is used only once in the entire piece. The use of the clave, its character, and rhythmic meter are point of departure for my creative process, filtering these elements through my own voice and imagination. The rhythm is contracted, expanded, and fragmented, creating new gestures of its own. These elements are part of a complex texture of pervasive polyrhythms and syncopations, mixed with rhythmic elements and intonations from other cultures giving a

Elegia for string quartet

Perez Velazquez: "like the subtle wings of love" Text by Rabindranah Tagore
for 2 sopranos, counter tenor (or alto), tenor, bass baritone, and flute, Bb cl, viola, and 2 percussionists.

                      		-I-

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear…
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like a faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

                   		-II-

Our life sails on the uncrossed sea whose waves chase each other in an eternal hide-and-seek.
It is the restless sea of change, feeding its foaming flocks to lose them over and over again, beating its hands against the calm of the sky.
Love, in the centre of this circling war-dance of light and dark, yours is that green island, where the sun kisses the shy forest shade and silence is wooed by birds' singing.

 			-III-
 
"Trust love even if it brings sorrow. Do not close up your heart."
"Ah, no, my friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them."

                         - IV-
Give me the supreme courage of love, this is my prayer- the courage to speak, to do, to suffer at thy will, to leave all things or be left alone. Strengthen me on errands of danger, and help me climb to that difficult mood which sacrifices daily to thee.
Give me the supreme confidence of love, this is my prayer- the confidence that belongs to life in death, to victory in defeat, to that dignity in pain which accepts hurt but disdains to return it.


I - "My song" (from "The crescent moon")
II -  (from "The fugitive, and other poems" II - XXVIII)
III - (from "The gardener" XXVI)
IV - (from "The fugitive, and other poems" III - XXXVII)

Like the subtle wings of love

Music: Ileana Perez Velazquez
Piano: Sally Pinkas
Clarinet: Patricia Shands

"The Window that opens your soul" for Bb Cl and piano

Ileana Perez Velazquez, these are some of my compositions. My email address is  iperez@williams.edu
You can find more info in my webpage:  ileanaperezvelazquez.com

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