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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Thursday, September 6, 2007

Bellissimo, Maestro, bellissimo.

Luchiano Pavarotti October 12, 1935 – September 6, 2007.

Whose only crime in music was to be popular outside the rarefied confines of the operatic circles.

2 comments:

Kanrei said...

A true and massive loss (and not just because he was a big man). There are not many people who can stay true to their art, yet gain fame and love doing it. He was one of kind, not because of his voice, but because of who he was. RIP Maestro.

Camille Alexa said...

*Doffing cap**