Documenting the vanishing world of the artisan ,the pre E-world of hand crafted textiles,Patricia Black, Poet of Cloth ,citizen of the Silk Road takes you on her journey to discover the meaning culture through its textiles....from Italy to the Silk Road and beyond
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Natale a Venezia
Music for Christmas in Italy...this one
Caruso-Author unknown, about memory and loss in inimitable Italian style by two greats..
Here, where the sea shines and the wind howls, on the old terrace beside the gulf of Sorrento, a man embraces a girl he wept after, then clears his throat and continues the song:
I love you very much, very, very much, you know; it is a chain by now that melts the blood inside the veins, you know...
He saw the lights out on the sea, thought of the nights there in America, but they were only the fishermen's lamps and the white wash astern. He felt the pain in the music and stood up from the piano, but when he saw the moon emerging from a cloud death also seemed sweeter to him. He looked the girl in the eyes, those eyes as green as the sea. Then suddenly a tear fell and he believed he was drowning.
I love you very much, very, very much, you know, it is a chain by now that melts the blood inside the vein you know...
The power of opera, where every drama is a hoax; with a little make-up and with mime you can become someone else. But two eyes that look at you, so close and real, make you forget the words, confuse your thoughts, So everything became small, also the nights there in America. You turn and see your life through the white wash astern.
But, yes, it is life that ends and he did not think about it so much on the contrary, he already felt happy and continued his song:
I love you very much, very, very much, you know, it is a chain by now that melts the blood inside the veins, you know...
Buon Natale from Venezia
Posted by Patricia
Patricia Black Creativity promoter -teacher