SUSANNA:[writing]
"On the breeze ... "
COUNTESS:
"What a gentle zephyr ... "
SUSANNA:
"Zephyr ... "
COUNTESS:
"Will whisper this evening ... "
SUSANNA:
"Will whisper this evening ... "
COUNTESS:
"Beneath the pines in the copse."
SUSANNA:
"Beneath the pines ..."?
COUNTESS:
"Beneath the pines in the copse."
SUSANNA:
"Beneath the pines ... in the copse ... "
COUNTESS:
And he'll understand the rest.
SUSANNA:
Oh, yes, certainly he'll understand it.
Where are the beautiful moments of sweetness and of pleasure,
what happened to the promises of that lying tongue?
Whyever, if everything for me was to change to tears and pain,
do those happy memories not also pass from my breast?
Ah! If at least my loyalte still loves in this pain, it may bring me some hope
of changing that ungrateful heart.
Bel raggio lusinghier,
(Alluring beautiful radius)
di speme, e di piacer
(Of hope, and pleasure,
alfin per me brillò!
(Has arrived at last for me!)
Arsace ritornò, si,
('Arsace' is back, yes,)
a me verrà,
(I will see him!)
quest'alma che finor
(This soul that so far)
gemè, tremò, languì,
(I moaned, shuddered and languished.)
Oh! Come respirò!
(Oh! How can I breathe!
ogni mio duol sparì,
(All my pain vanquished!)
dal cor, dal mio pensier,
(From the heart, from my thoughts,
si dilegnò il terror!
(Drawing close is the terror!
Dolce pensiero, di quell'istante,
(Sweet thought of the moment,)
a te sorride l'amante cor,
(Inspired by a loving heart!)
si, come più caro, dopo il tormento,
(This is a beautiful moment of peace and love,)
è il bel momento di pace, e amor,
è il bel momento di gioja, e amor.
(Is the great moment of joy and love!)
My heart opens to your voice
Like the flowers open
To the kisses of the dawn!
But, oh my beloved,
To better dry my tears,
Let your voice speak again!
Tell me that you are returning
To Delilah forever!
Repeat to my tenderness
The promises of old times,
Those promises that I loved!
|: Ah! respond to my tenderness!
Fill me with ecstasy! :|
Like one sees the blades
Of wheat that wave
In the light wind,
So trembles my heart,
Ready to be consoled,
By your voice that is so dear to me!
The arrow is less rapid
In bringing death,
Than is your lover
To fly into your arms!
|: Ah! respond to my tenderness!
Fill me with ecstasy! :|
The swallows have left my land
cold and sunless,
searching for spring and violets,
nests of love and happiness.
My little swallow has left
without leaving me a kiss,
without a goodbye, she left.
Don’t forget me!
My life is bound to you!
I love you more and more,
you remain in my dreams.
Don’t forget me!
My life is bound to you!
There will always be a nest in my heart for you.
Don’t forget me!
Don’t forget me!
François said:I see today the thread that I have created and called Classical Music was merged with this one : Noble Music.
I do not understand what 'noble' wants to say precisely. Relatively to Classical Miusic there is nothing particulary noble within. From my point of view Beatles and Mozart (or today Classical Music composer) are like apples and oranges, we can appreciate the 2, but not at the same time. This is OK for me, I did not realize immediatly this merge in researching any new post on Classical Music, but now I know this is part of Noble Music.
:)
Jerry said:Hi Trevrizent,
Many thanks for the polyvagal reference, I'm very interested!
You may wish to investigate the following in this regard:
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Prometeo said:What about this one?
Obokuri Eumi
http://youtu.be/bEQtkLNTmRs
Felix Buchmann:
What a precious document! Bolet's way how to play tells of wisdom and many decades of experience and sensibility!
No young pianist, even though having magnificent skills, can match with this lifelong familiarity.
Also the encore (Nocturne f sharp major by Chopin) is just a revelation....
Antonio Coppola:
Fantastic performance very very different from all others I ever heard.
Very interesting also his choice for a Baldwin piano instead of the universally preferred Steinway.
J J Townley:
For those who will criticize that Bolet played it too slow and sloppily in spots it should be noted that his health was declining by this time
and he died two years after this performance of complications from brain surgery. So to think he pulled off this monumental concerto with
such aplomb with a brain disorder brewing I think he deserves the Medal of Valor, especially as you can readily see he is exhausted as he
approaches the conductor to take bows with him. He was 73 here, and interestingly Horowitz was 75 and in perfect health when he made
his historic appearance with Mehta playing this concerto.
This is one of the most astonishing feats of pianism I have ever witnessed, frankly. A superb historic document.
Palinurus said:Rachmaninoff: piano concerto no. 3, Jorge Bolet -- live performance 1988, Japan.
Chopin's Nocturne F sharp minor op. 15/2 --given as an encore-- displays Bolet's cantabile touch.