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Who appropriate: "There's no better mirror reflects the image of man than his words."

Juan Luis Vives

From the Opera. (Series of 3, second edition)

Opera. Not easy, is not easy, to write about size issue in a nutshell, in a few lines. Opera, small problem. Close your eyes and imagine an empty stage, a ray of light falls on the drawing, a portrait of someone. A being who sings, who sings like few things can sing. Also on one side is blurred, at least, an instrument to accompany him, usually a piano and the performer.

He or she sings. Aria grows between the voice and us, captivates, thrills us, makes us laugh, makes us come to tears. But that is just the beginning, Opera needs an orchestra, costumes, props, special lighting effects, tailors, hairdressers, makeup artists, shoemakers, a stage director, music director, so many things and, especially, the singers

"A naked man across the room and another watching" defined Peter Brook theater, this definition falls short is Opera. The grand opera was born, born hybrid constantly created and recreated, Opera is complicated, bizarre, absurd and bourgeois. She was the daughter of the nobles, the bourgeoisie, the rich and the nouveau riche.

Opera is grand, you need only look at the great theaters, exquisite jewelry massive chests that hide like jewelers immense. La Fenice, La Scala, Rome Opera, Covent Garden, The Metropolitan , The Colon, El Real, l ' Opéra Bastille , The Lyceum, The Sydney Opera House, Opera House Zürich ...

Opera is a hybrid art is total, it more complex and binding harmonic of all sciences. Acoustics, pure mathematics, architecture, physics, chemistry, astronomy, there are so many stars and stars of various weight-, quantum mechanics, if everything is displacement wave, my friend give me reason Planck-, biology and so bulky. Everything. Everything is there to make us an unforgettable moment, a memorable moment while we see that being, to those beings known singers, like mediums, bring, or lead us to other places, other circumstances, other lives.

In Opera we mourn, laugh. We need to get off the ground, and we do thank to that mix of music and poetry gives us emotion.

is in them, these beings, the singers, where La Opera is the indestructible force that makes for over 400 years. Artists leave the stage without a net, with the main asset of his voice and the only purpose of transforming the pure air in tear fluid. They are exposed, who give a measure of risk, those that survive opera for ever and ever. They have founded and styles represented, resurface sows have risen roles and ways of understanding the song.

Let history not an easy task and terribly pretentious to me, is how to summarize the story in a couple of pages. But there I am bold and released:

Italian Opera was born and had his century and was the eighteenth century, the reign of the castrati. They were the primary star of an art which would then evolve toward a more human, without previous surgical atrocities. They will be expanding operations across Europe, became the first of a flourishing art divas needed idols.

Farinelli was the time, his duels with the trumpets were screaming with joy half Bologna, Cafarelli and its riots in Rome, Senesino, a favorite of Handel. They marked the likes of Venice, Naples, Vienna, London at the time.

Alessandro Scarlatti, Antonio Caldara, Georg Friedrich Handel and their respective operations performed only by men ... you know, the Catholic and Apostolic Church, and all possible-aholics strikes again. Sorry ... for the greater glory of God.

Then came Gluck, Haydn and, above all, Mozart. German-born opera singers and became secondary. Appears composer, eclipsing his figure unleashing the madness in Hamburg, Vienna, Salzburg, Prague, reigning in what remained of the eighteenth century.

arrives XIX. His majesty is named after Gioacchino Rossini. With him Opera becomes something akin to gluttony and lust, no matter in what order. With Rossini no choice but to sing well, with expression, grace and feeling. Just one example: Pesaro wrote sadistic "Cessa di pui resistere" to The Barber of Seville, a real risk to the rope of the tenor. Nobody sang it from making decades on stage, until it arrived, thanks to the gods, a wonderful Juan Diego Flórez. Life is fair and there is celestial mechanics.

Another thing is Donizetti and Bellini, is the blend of art and virtuosity. Its smooth vocalism, expressive and often dramatic. The bel canto at its best.

appears Verdi, with a completely different way to understand the song and spectacle. The baritone regain strength and the leadership that once gave Mozart and the bel canto was traded to the background. While it proposes and provides fields of expression, a Macbeth, even festive, it also creates a Violeta Valery, fetish role for any soprano, with its dramatic nuances. With Verdi complex psychology appears deranged characters and deep intention arguments. With it comes the political and nationalist opera. Thing that is taken up by the Russians Glinka, Borodin, Rimsky-Korsakov's masterpiece of the genre, Boris Godunov by Mussorgsky

At the same time of Verdi, Richard Wagner comes a concept and work of art . Verdi and Wagner used his art as a weapon of cultural expansion, incubated with a nation. Italy and Germany. The two accounted for the culmination of the composer and leading figure of the nineteenth century.

The end of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, things get complicated. Operetta, Zarzuela, the musical ... and I would not end ever.

connoisseurs say that the nineteenth century was that of the composers, singers XX and XXI century will be the directors. I would say that the twentieth century was also one of the great conductors, Herbert von Karajan, Georg Solti, Claudio Abbado, Nikolaus Harnoncourt, Sir Colin Davis, Seiji Ozawa, Daniel Barenboim, Riccardo Muti and others . Arturo Toscanini , director nothing complacent, less graceful minds classified into three grades : "Foolish, very foolish and tenor" ... on the comments.

special mention of the Stage Directors: Calixto Bieito, Peter Brook, Roberto De Simone, Giancarlo del Monaco, Eduardo Diago, Achim Freyer, Denis Krief, John Pascoe, Luchino Visconti, Carlos Wagner, Petr Weigl, Robert Wilson, Jonathan Miller, Francesca Zambello, Michal Znaniecki and I'm short.

A friend, Migdalia, I said: "I was about eight when I heard the Habanera from Carmen and do not know why, but that voice has changed my life."

Y Whose was that voice?

If something in life was assured Maria Cecilia Sophia Anna Kalogeropoulos, for intimate Maria Callas or simply "La Callas", having suffered all the calamities and failing the aspiration of every human being, be happy, it was her legendary character. Born in New York in 1923. In the early forties, suffered the humiliation of being rejected and can not play the role of Cio-Cio-San in fat. It weighed about 100 kilos. So Donita Guarama had in a year lost weight 37 kilos to sing The Vestale of Gaspare Spontini, Milan, and as a stage director Visconti. He died alone in Paris, at age 53 after suffering the loss of a child, abandonment of Onassis. All Gaussian distribution was his life. A life that would be worth a good opera libretto

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Anecdotes in Opera, thousands, tens of thousands. To sample preguntenselo the tenor Roberto Alagna, who could not stand the screams of the audience, leaving the mezzo-soprano Ildiko Komlosi "Povera donna, alone, in questo abbandonata, populous desert" in the middle second act, in the version italianísima Aida at La Scala, with a discreet Franco Zeffirelli as a stage director in December 2006

My Opera: La Bohème "Empress remember? -, La Cenerentola, with the Cheshire Cat smile to my side, "Rigoletto, Don Giovanni, The Marriage of Figaro, La Traviata, Carmen, Boris Godunov, The Elixir of Love, The Barber of Seville-Madrid-terrible, Lucia de Lammermoor, Turandot, El Caballero de la Rosa, Dialogue of the Carmelites Aida, Madame Butterfly, Norma, Tosca, The Magic Flute ...

Time changes, this is no longer necessary to go to the theater, opera and enjoy that rare charm. The video, CD and even internet brings us to our room all the magnificence of the beautiful ... but I prefer to see there, before me, bathed in that light.

When the oboe breaks the air with the natural and the orchestra tunes, I know I will start a ritual that takes me, like in dreams, the premiere of Monteverdi's L'Orfeo, over in Mantua 1607, and come to me my ghosts. Their names, including many others: Tito Gobbi, Cesare Siepi, Luigi Alva, Juan Diego Flórez -singing, insist, as a God-Anna kasya, Joan Sutherland, his fa memorable treble as the Queen of the Night The Magic Flute, " Beverly Sills, Edita Gruberova -singing a sublime Lucia, for twenty years, with all my flats two treble, and increasingly well-sung, Mariella Devia, Montserrat Caballe, the only Madame Butterfly has been married to his Pinkerton, "Renata Tebaldi, Cecilia Bartoli, José Carreras, Nicolai Gedda, my beloved Natalie Dessay-drawn as a complex personality disorder of an impressionist painting apparent," Sumi Jo, Renata Scotto, Jose Cura, very low bass Boris Christoff-no Boris Godunov as the Superfriends "and inseparable ... Maria Callas and Renata Tebaldi ...

'm also clear, sometimes Opera is a brick. For example, supporting all hours of Wagner's tetralogy, and then understand it fully, suicide. But it also has its charm.

All the best for you.

PS: For those hoping to "From the opera" a tearful post, sorry. And in the world there are enough cheap melodramas that with a little music and good singers would work the miracle.

Note: East post. "That music away ..."

Fetish For Someone Sitting On Stomach

She danced like no one and his name was, is, will be Laura . (Series of 3, first delivery)

And she came with her captivating aroma to captivate the senses.

__Mi Montero name is Laura and I will be your math teacher, I ... analysis

She arrived with her captivating aroma to captivate the senses.

__ ... next week we will have a test. I thank you for not studying anything, it will be good both to you and me, knowing how their knowledge on the subject that concerns us ...

Everything is always a reason, a cause and effect as would the physical. You need a bit of history,

For him, since childhood, mathematics posed no difficulty. His favorite game was the abacus that his paternal grandfather gave him that wonderful December its first five years. Nor was delirious with the 7 to 4, or breaking their necks to solve some multiplication of fractions or enjoy the change of basis algorithms. Something was unclear, it was easy, but not to throw rockets. He thought.

Therefore, the first years of education, passed an occasional cause envy among their classmates, which he never understood. It was not a genius, just had some talent in making eight-digit multiplication by the square roots or take out just to keep the mind sharp.

The last straw came with the quadratic equations, establishment and trigonometry. To teach girls and unbearable prudish children, children of friends of his parents. Finding that explains some functions, the sine, cosine and tangent diagonals were run something in his groin, and in what form, was a discovery.

Maurice Miauricio for fan-club owners needed all his charm in his adolescence. It was not an Adonis, but also an eyesore. He had something in his personality than to sigh the most beautiful girls in the city and especially to the club. Club Añejo and pageantry of ancient lineage which was almost founding family, which grew almost from the first trickle of oil and turned the country into another. Them girls, were in a ragged breath as he walked the aisles. It was equally hated by all those who did not understand how he dared to snatch the best girls in society. While one another, their odiadotes and against all forecast, is embroiled in its charm. Always falls on the networks of what you hate, but that's another story. History that many prefer to forget or set aside, as with a bad dream.

Years passed and he was studying Industrial Relations in one of the best universities in the capital.

And she came with her captivating aroma to captivate the senses.

__Mi Montero name is Laura and I will be your math teacher, analysis I ...

God and all His saints in his eyes, his voice, his smile.

__ ... next week we will have a test. I thank you for not studying anything, it will be good both to you and me, knowing how their knowledge on the subject that concerns us ...

Big mistake, the salon went out in search of all the math books in their respective houses, old notes were revised.

Mauricio was unfazed. Not opened a book or a notebook or something you remember an equation.

examination became almost temperamental rain in Caracas tomorrow. In the 45 minutes it lasted the test, Mauricio used less than 20 ..., came to deliver his paper.

__Ya done? All right?

__Creo yes.

__Yes want you can go.

And Maurice does not know why he returned to his desk, front row, and stayed there.

Laura saw its consideration and sat at a desk next to Mauritius.

__Por seen is not bad.

And there he stayed, chatting as if they knew of a lifetime and Mauritius in a terrible dilemma. occasionally looked after him, who leaves with reviews of their classmates flew from one side to another classroom. All were being copied with impunity, and he did not know what the hell to do. Laura did not want to think that he was a Ardil to distract her while she felt that absurd loyalty group of belonging.

His martyrdom resulted in the Completion of review and all was calm ... well, not everything.

From that day became the best friend of Laura, a mixture of admiration and idolatry, so the years passed. 5 years later he graduated and went straight into the cubicle Laura for her to sign the title.

One day she told Laura. She surprised and jokingly said

_Mauricio ... where the hell I'm going to find a friend like you. Besides, you know so much about myself and I both of you that would be completely impossible. Not to I can almost be mentioned that almost your mother.

Together

experienced the passing of the years in mutual brotherly support. The problems of Mauritian parents divorce, assist you in finding a job for him, after examining a barrage of requests and with the invaluable assistance of Laura's husband, the wonderful Victor, general manager of a bank and very close almost attached to the country's finances. The divorce of the wonderful Laura Victor, trying to understand the female world, that despite having so visible, and as a man, he never found out. See Laura, completely shattered when she learned that her daughter's parental rights was in the hands Victor. Victor witness as very expensive gifts bought with the love of her daughter and noticed to Cristina, the girl was left surprised as any seven year old girl. View as a sea of \u200b\u200bdolls, clothes and sweets buried Cristina's room and the inevitable effect, "I'm going with my dad, my grandmother's house" and Laura die inside. Laura celebrate the return of the daughter, a year later. The wonderful married Victor and Cristina, his daughter, not in their plans.

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Laura on their expertise in their work for advancement at the University and gain a doctorate in science.

For Mauritius social life was intense, due to its charge, any amount of travel, meetings, symposia, committees and the chaos of the Venezuelan banking crisis of the era Caldera II. She's survived by that council "Never put all your eggs in one basket" and premiered as a university professor, finance was, finally, his wider horizon. He also had a constellation of girls in to choose from. It became a Latin playboy with a lot of money ... and had many friends.

But her friend, the friend was Laura, no one could overshadow. Nobody like her with her culture, his voice, his topics of conversation, talking about opera, ballet, art, world events, history, politics, on any topic. No one with her eyes, her smile, no one like her to overcome the problem of the age to feel old and would never accept him. She made it very clear from the beginning ... only they were and would be friends.

The party ended and Mauritius, as usual, was the last to leave the home of Laura. It would help to collect after the disaster that is always after a meeting of friends. The dirty glasses, full ashtrays, the if there was dinner plates, bottles colorful and sort the apartment, share a last cigarette, the last beer, a couple of kisses on the cheeks and up to another chance.

__This doing as heat.

And he opened the windows and looked for another beer, the last of the night, before the dismissal.

__Me going to put something fresh.

And he dressed as an odalisque.

And he smoked his cigarette in silence. Not understanding at all, so film scene.

__Mauricio, give me a kiss.

And he kissed her, as always, on the cheek.

__Ese not want to kiss you. I have to explain it another way

she answered and he looked at her, meeting with six million five hundred and ninety thousand seven hundred eighty-four wet blue-green snakes in each of his eyes, doodling around their eyes very deep.

I understood ...

And blew shoes, fell clothes, hugs a dam would have happened by hills, mountains and valleys. Wheezing that made the night a storm was invented to cover the face of the moon and the clouds became tropical savannas. Rojísimas nails digging into manly back. His body was devoured millimeter by millimeter, he discovered unknown folds, hidden flowers. Was to open curtains, pull back veil, kissing up to the shade, drinking sighs, walking further, deeper. Dance on a touch feel on the edge of a glance, to be for many years, deep smile and enjoy the point of no return ...

not given kisses Storms, Hurricanes legs and arms, tentacles enjoyed, fabric murmurs, sighs big as cathedrals and steal the light from the stars ...

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skin crawl, shimmering light of stars, strong tidal deep kissing, others gasping, spasmodic movements of wild rivers, sweat on the walls, windows that shut their eyes and, suddenly, at that time, see it become as "puppet again, sad" .

__Mauricio, this should not happen, you'd better leave.

As in a dream, just as before cry night, when the pleasure becomes ownerless horse, when lightning is about to appear, then, at that moment of being or not being, Mauricio cold voice heard Laura, transformed and an iceberg where, a second before, was the heat of the sun that burned his body.

__This should not happen ... and you better leave.

__This well.

was heard to say, left the room. He was searching his stuff around the room, clothes, shoes, looked at his watch, picking up what I had to pick and without understanding, without thinking. It was not time or place to do it.

It was, she came to say goodbye. There was only one month later, a hard and simple: "There is nothing to understand. It's a personal decision only answer and by telephone. Never again have never seen. It recent years, many years, too ...

Mauritius Today I saw her smile and is always, always with sadness and I always say the same: "I do not understand women, definitely ... I do not understand"

All the best for you.

NOTE: The next post ... "From the Opera ..."

Wedding Reception Letter

the first quarter.

beginning of the year I commented that it would be a great year and has been, is and will be. I ordered this and it should be.

once read a novel by Isabel Allende, "I confess that I have read," a phrase. I've always said that she is a writer of sentences. Verbal repartee, only to find phrases that deserve read off the bricks she writes. "Wish me an interesting life, rich ... I do not want to be happy. Being happy should be tedious, fastidiosísimo, not pleasant to be lived. " Doña And Chilean, my friends, is absolutely right.

This year is going down that road, in recent months have been a real roller coaster, sometimes overwhelming, sometimes with unusual moments, discovering, for example, that what was and was not the masks fall showing his wonderful horrible realities-by may be. Discover secrets, know truths, understand, fall, get up, understand, listen, hear, smile ultimately live in uppercase.

What is or has happened in this quarter ends. A bird's eye was the following:

suffer, for the second time, a burglary.

Following the death of my father, last year, I decided, at the wrong time, bring me all the family jewels. I brought, completito, "The parrot Moscow home, jewelry, a few years-few-centuries and a few secrets. Precious gems with their work in platinum and gold chains, rings movie, heavy necklaces, incredible earrings, watches spectacular lost kingdoms. I brought them, who would have thought that a couple of idiots have at home a treasure. Therefore lost. I discovered his loss when looking for a jacket, long after, and not finding it. I got to review and find missing things, including jewelry. That was last year.

re-entered this year. I was traveling and my Migratory Bird called me "Thank goodness you're not here ..., re-entered and everything is a disaster" . This time they took a lot more, my modest collection of watches and some quite unusual things.

not sorry for the jewelry or its value would never wear or use, not usually conspicuous, indeed, were not mine and would lack. I'm sorry for what they represented, its history, the great-grandmother's ring, the snap Mariannne ..., and, above all, for The Rose of Jericho, yes it hurt. The Rose of Jericho belonged to the family of my Migratory Bird for over 200 years old, my father kept it as his true treasure. Every weekend was his rite of years, was put in water, hydration and see, what "Great Guru Helvético" , forecasting, family, next year. The end of last year was our first time, in total privacy, and last time we did without it ... and I wonder: What the hell are going to be a vulgar thieves with The Rose of Jericho? It would make a tesito? It's going to smoke? Iban make a soup? We returned the illusion to see see the face of my father-Gusty-eyes of a child and eighties?

pa'tos know that there are people. How would my girl Deep Eyes.

To verify, amazed that the genetic mixing clothing divine creatures, taking a little here, a little further. An example from the flight and swear it is not a metaphor: Cross your an Anopheles with Glossina, put a touch of the eyes of the Bride of Chucky in the body of Gullum, as Peter Jackson, and leave a Alex Forrest anyone. With all the bad grapes and presence. She, who lives across the street from the bitterness and intends to accompany him for life. Are these people you talk to them, covers them with roses, I want the best of the best, smiles and gives them not accept them, increasingly bitter.

is terrible, my friends, see a wonderful human being becomes doodle, broken mirror. "It's a basket case" say and I do not think so. Just hope that it becomes the butterfly I know they are, and fly in flight divine, harmony, peace they need, I wish you peace. I hope so, I do for them.

When I meet with that kind of person I am delighted. Play a musical work without the flats, sharps and alterations is very soft. The flats, sharps, enrich the music changes. Indeed, imagine a piano with no black keys? At its sound seems that you are missing something. So they, know them and spend time enriching the lives of me, I teach other realities, other present and that is appreciated. Friends in life one must be grateful. Those who have eyes to read and perhaps understand.

My job Discover, every day, how interesting it is. A world within a world in the world. I confess that sometimes I'd run away, find something else, I confess that my work left to be other things I like to do, among other things to read and comment on their blogs, but confess plainly that I love doing what I do, is a daily challenge and the adrenaline was going crazy. I may be completely masochistic, I enjoy my times and my heart night dinners, almost breakfast. Quack is trained and kept the table set up when we arrive. My Migratory Bird sharing is not far behind this unusual world.

"Justify your limitations, and certainly will" Richard Bach wrote so read-back in his "Illusions" in 1979 ... how old I am God!

has been known and recognized, even in passing, wonderful cities, the always surprising Berlin, Stuttgart cold rain, my beloved Zürich, my "love eternal hatred" with Madrid, the people of Brussels, the pious Sevilla The subtle Lisbon ... -

reconnect with the rudder, mast, sail, the wind in its sails that is My Beloved Empress of China in my life. Knowing it's there and marvel at his quick mind and his infectious laughter.

Rossini has been reunited with his notes and lose myself in their fiendish parts for tenor. Joaquin Rodrigo to rediscover his work and know that memories are in me, laugh with Tricicle, Geneva on a cold night, which turned into applause and warm children's laughter in the faces of those adults Swiss bankers. As a company? The Geneva subtle and warm presence of friends and the look, Amazon, my putative son.

is walking Aranjuez sharing the road with film eyes, humming-trying-the "Allegro gentile" Rodrigo , including Prince's Gardens, and meet with a guide. Simply "The Guide". Friends, I would give half my life to take a flat with her and listen for hours. Yes ... listen for hours, days to learn from other perspectives, other horizons, but with her laughter and her eyes. Friends, What lady, what lady. The life I should come back and take me a few gallons of his wisdom.

has been found with surprises, pleasant and not so pleasant, like my friend Martha, Robert, Antonio, Maria, Catherine, is to send all my good energy and best of myself to my friends, something must be Sorcerer serve and, above all, Ancient.

Day by day, and over time, see, understand and learn to be who I am. I am neither better nor worse person ... I'm just different and that, if different, is simply divine.

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friends, as he did in his day Neruda, a "I confess that I have lived" , also read, "I hope to continue and have, above all, by my side ... My Bird Migration for learn to fly together and share the discovery with you, what else I can add and / or want?

All the best for you.

PS: The photo is Debod Temple, was taken in early year, when he gave me a wonderful Madrid spring day in winter. It's due to my Beloved Empress China, she must walk with me and talk to stones.

NOTE: 3 post and I will be the next to write. I owe it to Laura and other others, and other others.