wednesday afternoons
wednesday afternoons – a recollection
in fragments
a.
hidden in a dark room resounding
with arias full of love and sighs,
dramatic emotions mingled with reality
gave life to whispers and incessant kisses…
b.
how sarcastic that the final conclusion of aida
“morir! si pura ebella” suddenly came to me—
eternity is worth an infinite resignation and/or
the weight of a fatal stone, in the name [...]
miscellanea
6.4
between the gentle diatonic lines of palestrina’s pope marcellus, tranquility emerges from polyphony. voices transcend one another by a lone syllable, emitting clarity like a bright star in a summer night sky. steadily and firmly, a quest for peace sets out in the absence of dissonance. the bearings of its religious meanings are lost in [...]