Un bel di vedremo- Madama Butterfly, Puccini
I once cried pretty much the whole way through Madama Butterfly. The first moment when I heard the melody played by the orchestra, very early on, my heart was in my throat and the tears started to flow. It's perfectly tragic music for the perfect tragedy, such beautiful pain, elegant anguish. My anguish was not nearly as elegant as Cio-Cio San's. I sniffled and sobbed. I do remember having beautiful and elegant handkerchiefs though.
I don't like sobbing in public. I will have to watch the Les Mis movie at home when it comes on DVD.
I once cried pretty much the whole way through Madama Butterfly. The first moment when I heard the melody played by the orchestra, very early on, my heart was in my throat and the tears started to flow. It's perfectly tragic music for the perfect tragedy, such beautiful pain, elegant anguish. My anguish was not nearly as elegant as Cio-Cio San's. I sniffled and sobbed. I do remember having beautiful and elegant handkerchiefs though.
I don't like sobbing in public. I will have to watch the Les Mis movie at home when it comes on DVD.
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