voici la fin de la semaine
un petit opéra un dimanche
pour tuer le temps,
le drame de Carmen
cela vous mets l’âme en fête
meme chanson, meme refrain
vive la musique
qui nous tombe du ciel
la chose enivrante
je comprend un peu
comme l’amour est un oiseau rebelle
les mots: rien n’y fait, menace ou prière,
les anneaux de cuivre et d’argent
l’on regarde passer les passants
pas du bousculade, belles voix, soleil brillant, mais
l’oiseau s’envole
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the weekend is finally here
a little opera on Sunday
to pass the time,
the drama of Carmen
it takes your soul on holiday
the same song, the same refrain
long live the music
which falls on us from heaven
the intoxicating thing
I understand a little
how love is a rebellious bird
the words: nothing works, threats or pleading,
rings of copper and silver
we watch people passing by
no jostling, beautiful voices, sun shining, but
the bird flies away
Copyright 2024 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: I was temporarily tired of my playlist. Of myself and my life. Too much bad news recently. Leftover chocolate mousse from my anniversary and an opera changed my mood. The French lyrics of Carmen are poetry, even scrambled and translated by me. It helped me remember the joy found in even in the smallest pleasures. I hope you’ll find a moment to savor a favorite memory — for me the time my son played violin in an orchestral performance of Carmen’s Habanera. At the time, I didn’t know what it was about, but the internet brings us answers if we know enough to ask the question.
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Lovely …cela me fait rêver et imaginer des moments imprimer dans les souvenirs d’une maman…thank you, it transported me to times my children performed in recitals. Blessings, Cheryl-Lynn x
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I went to many recitals also! It made me appreciate how hard it is to play with perfection.
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So happy you found your joy again.
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It’s fleeting, but comes back if called. How are you doing, Gigi?
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I’m good, thank you. Always hope you and your family are doing well. I don’t think joy can be a constant thing. We’d all fall down and go to sleep, from the never ending feeling of happiness. We aren’t used to it. LOL It would be an overload to our systems. Having said that, I think a low level of joy is sustainable. 🙂
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I think of it as a constant rollercoaster of emotions and maybe a tiny drop of wisdom now and then. 🦉
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this is beautiful and I really enjoyed reading it.💜💜.
hete is part of a so g that brings me peace. It is not opera infact it’s very new. But it embodies hope. It written by the singer too.
https://youtube.com/shorts/Bs04nOEtMBk?si=SGpPonkvR6fFxc5_
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Thank you for sharing! I needed some peace tonight.
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i hope you found some Brenda 💜
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I’m so glad that you found this in such beautiful and positive affirming ways
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The little moments add up to happiness.
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Well Brenda. My husband is addicted to opera. I have been to almost every one, more than once, all over the opera globe. Opera plots are the most tragic horrible fiction I have ever read. I am the person, listening to the opera, while really paying more attention to the translated plots, they helpfully provide you with now. I would just suggest continuing to listen to opera and not pay any attention to the plots. Something I cannot do.
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I agree that it’s better to hear the opera music and let the plots go! Sounds like maybe you should focus more on learning new languages or the amazing vocal ranges and dynamics rather than the story! 🤣
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Pretty
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