And then all at once the orchestra mentions a motive, as you scrape your throat before singing: a starting, a repetition, and until here nothing great it seems to get ready. Then sweet, almost hesitantly, the violin enters on stage: a few light notes, wings that are placed on the strings, until suddenly it launches, affirms its vibrant singing, touching, large and fragile at the same time in my head everything is confused and immediately I get the evidence . it is not an instrument anymore what I feel, it is the vibration of a soul. A childs voice dominates the noises and the din of the world. Its she. The woman that I loved returns to me with her tender face, the eyes that shine. She looks at me with affection, we meet at last: the song of the violin, tense and opened as the most beautiful of smiles, it continues to spread and to grow, to assemble, to ascend without stopping ... (Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt - My story with Mozart) thanks Save the Classic (so sorry for my bad translation)
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 15:17:41 +0000
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