I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

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:

Unknown 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**