Thursday, September 06, 2007

The fat men sing

Michael Jackson - the beer writer - did not become stout from drinking beer. Luciano Pavarotti - the voice - did not gain his girth from singing opera.

Two great men have left this bereft plane and joined the firmament. It's our everlasting loss.

'Nessun dorma'

Calaf's aria from the opera Turandot by Giacomo Puccini

No one sleeps! No one sleeps! (Nessun dorma, Nessun dorma!)
You too, O Princess!
in your chaste room
are watching the stars which
tremble with love and hope!
But my secret lies hidden within me,
no one shall discover my name!
Oh no, I will reveal it only on your lips,
when daylight shines forth
and my kiss shall break
the silence which makes you mine

(no one shall discover my name!
And we will have to die!)

Depart, oh night! (Dilegua, o notte!)
Fade away, you stars! (Tramontate, stelle!)
At dawn I shall win! (All'alba vincero'!)

Bravo, Luciano! Sveiks, Michael! Or as my mother put it: they sang "la lingua di amore".

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