Pizza and half a bottle of white wine. This means I'm going to write in Italian:
E lucean le stelle e olezzava la terra e un passo sfiorava la rena stridea l'uscio dell'orto entrava ella fragrante mi cadea fra le braccia
O dolci baciiiiiiiiiiiii o languide carezzeeeeeee mentr'io fremente le belle forme discioglieiaaaaaa dai veliiiiiiiiiii
Svanì per sempre il sogno miooooooo d'amoreeeeee l'ora è fuggitaaaaaaaaaaa e muoio disperatooooooo e muoio disperaaaaaaaaaatooooo e non ho amatoooooooooooo mai tanto la vitaaaaaaaaaa tanto la vita
You're in a tragic mood tonight Val, Lucevan le stelle is so intense! What is your favourite opera...err, I mean both when you're drunk or sober. I love Madam Butterfly, I sometimes feel like Cho-Cho San waiting for her man to come! I like Pagliacci too.
Op you might be right! There is a part in the song in which it is said: tu azzurro hai l'occhio, Tosca ha l'occhio nero (you have a blue eye, Tosca has a black eye). Does that mean she was drunk and fell down the stairs?
And lucean the stars and olezzava the earth and a step grazed the rena stridea l'uscio dell' garden it entered fragrante cadea me between the arms
Or cakies kisses or languide caresses mentr' I fremente them beautiful forms discioglieia from the sails
It vanished in order always the dream mine d' love l' now it is escaped and I die deprived of hope and I die deprived of hope and I have not loved never a lot the life a lot the life
My friend Stephanie Gregory, an up-and-coming opera singer, does Tosca so beautifully. I was lucky enough to see her perform it, and she was just riveting! She performs in Europe (la Scala, sometimes), so if you ever get a chance to see her, do so! She's wonderful!
No Tosca was not drunk. She was desperate because Mario, his lover was shot. That aria I wrote was a Mario Cavaradossi's aria. He knew he was going to be shot to death but Tosca didn't know, she thought it was a...mise en scéne. Understand? If not you're perfectly right, Op.
Gia, my favourite operas are Tosca and Pagliacci, both when I'm drunk or sober. I never saw Tosca live, though, only on tv. Mario was Placido Domingo. I had a crush on him when I was 17. I saw him as Canio in Pagliacci in Verona. He was great. I saw Madame Butterfly live at the theatre Carlo Felice in Genova. Puccini's one of my favourite composers. Hic.
<code>Op you might be right! There is a part in the song in which it is said: tu azzurro hai l'occhio, Tosca ha l'occhio nero (you have a blue eye, Tosca has a black eye). Does that mean she was drunk and fell down the stairs?</code>
LOL! Recondita armonia! That's the tile of that aria.
Mrsthing...I try to translate it but I'm not at my best.
The stars were shining the ground was smelling good and a step grazed the sand the door of the garden squeaked she, perfuming, came in
Oh sweet kisses, oh languid caresses while I, quivering, undressed her beautiful body
My dream of love vanished forever The hour is over and i die as a desperate man and I die as a desperate man and I've never loved life this way never loved life this way
Your little legs they shiver I press on them and you quiver Little Cricket, Le Cricket Noise!
We hump in a shadow they hear us Cricket leg rub-rub-rub! The people they curse us for the beautiful love-making we be making
Little Cricket, Little Cricket, Little Cricket! Lalalalalalalala Criiiiiiiiiiiiiiick! Snap Snap Click! Little Cricket, Little Cricket, Little Cricket! Lalalalalalalalala Criiiiiiiiiiiiiick!