Wind rose

Two “guiding stars” … and two “master singers” … both of highest range and undisputed greatness … magnificent, booming flashes in the mists of this moving journey, which already surpasses half of life, very especially and even more because of the inevitable sadness that comes upon me, some nights, by the stubborn act of seeking and not seeing —in this arc of northern sky— the old and ever sparkling points of the Southern Cross


World of art: mists and shadows that these lights somehow clear and dispel, magic, miracle, mystery, ramblings, 4 stars, 4 voices, 4 phenomenal artists, flashes of pure light and ancestor passion, delivery and passion for the art of singing, bel canto, said the Italian masters, the purest and most exciting singing you can hear in the 4 corners of the earth—

and maybe in the spheres or stratospheres we suppose celestial, in the way they elevate us to undreamed heights sustaining us up, among a few others, in the dizzying anodyne hard lousy reality! That’s it!



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