First the audition, next, the first rehearsal in this big up floor studio that TNSC has, and two beautifull voices just by my side, teaching my ears and heart what opera can be all about.
And then all this huge team, with the same concern _ to do our best.
The opera director I've only heard about, Graham Vick.
Blessed those who recognize their value, their humility and/or inner strength and do their best to pursue happiness despite the variations of everything that surrounds them. Blessed those who can communicate. Blessed who can see beyond make-up, lights or customs.
And then the cold weather.
More rehearsals.
The opening night!
Some minutes before, the conductor (maestro) was sitting in the backsatge waiting, and by the little black and white screens, for my surprise I could saw the audience chairs getting crowded!
The first entrance..
Her first _ Giovanna
(entrando, agitata )
Ella di me,
sollecita più dell'usato,
ha chiesto. Ella .. perchè?...
qual palpito!
Qual dubbio in me
si è desto!
Innanzi alla mia vittima,
perde ogni ardire il cor,
Ah! sorda al rimorso rendimi,
o in sen ti estingui, amor,
o in sen t'estingui, amor.
Sorda al rimorso rendimi, ecc.
The queen Anna Bolena.
Smeton.
Enrico VII.
Hervey.
Lord Percy.
Lord Rochefort.
The white snow during the hunting scene. The quintet.
The duets.
Scene by scene until the almost end.
The queen in front, lying down, just before the guillotine, singing above the head of the musician who will never see her, hidden in the pit.
The band and the bell, the white marriage over a black death.
The beauty of the opera singers, their characters, the choirs, the orchestra, the conductors, the team in black always there, the other actors (my beloved rival queens and amazing strong soldiers hidden inside the armor), those who dressed and combed us to look more beautiful, those who operate all, those who we left behind a little bit at our private lives during this time.
The scenery with transparent walls that remind me of chocolat, the sword, the heavy and sumptuous costumes, the variation of attitude given by the lights, the big platform (a living creature!).
New boundaries, new people, the smell of something important happening at that moment when time, history, humane nature and different nationalities join together at this same beautifull and ancient opera theatre called Teatro Nacional de São Carlos in Lisboa_Portugal.
An important and lucky debut for me.
Now they all left, at Saint Valentine's Day, the warm weather came.
It's the voice of Spring.
https://www.rtp.pt/noticias/cultura/anna-bolena-no-sao-carlos_v981364
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