El descontrol se inhalaba por los pasillos. Una mujer vestida elegantemente corría de un lado a otro diciendo "¡Cinco minutos!". El traje de neopreno con el que nadaba entre las turbias corrientes de partituras y rosas del camerino era más bien un smoking, y sentía la palpitación de mi propio corazón a pesar de que estaba acostumbrado a cantar en público. Esta vez, el auditorio era el más grande de toda mi vida. Desde allí podía escucharse uno por uno el susurro lejano de miles de conversaciones a la vez. La mía no llegaba.
La llamada de Liszt minutos antes de que comenzase la ópera era ya algo necesario muy diferente a la superstición. Su voz no era la de una soprano, pero siempre fue la only one that got me feel calm. I used to be for the first seat when he could, provided that their work did not prevent travel and VIP invitations left. The truth is that she saw it but I do not ... too many people. Me feel guilty not find the crowd and I liked to share with her the moments before the work on the phone. Occasionally, for various reasons did not provide seats and we had to take drastic measures ... I did hang on the fridge with a magnet a sheet (rosa. ..) that was inscribed with red words: "You you're the one very important person in my little heart. "
had fought for me on stage convinced that high and would continue growing steadily. I knew I enjoyed my talent, although I did not like singing into his or her home. ALWAYS put your stupid face, but the truth is that I loved. She said she was not able to live in my world.
loved music, who looked as he put Liebestraum the turntables while making breakfast and a gentlemanly gesture, take her out to dance . .. If danced until the toaster rang tlin . But above all, the safest thing I've been in life is that I really loved more than all that, and now she must be more nervous than me waiting in the great hall. A simple person hidden among people of thousands of dollars that are leaving millions to see this. She was just there to pursue a dream with me and keep me company.
The elegantly dressed girl (who incidentally was called Rosett and stage director) came to my dressing room with his eyes full of tears.
- A scene!
And it was my turn.
Hope There's Someone ... a hermosa canción para finalizar un día apoteósico. Miles de ojos, de aplausos, y el abrazo de Rosett empapada en lágrimas. La función ya había acabado y Rosett solo podia llorar y llorar mientras me abrazaba. La vida de Liszt se esfumó como desaparecen las huellas en la orilla de la playa. Nunca me perdoné ese accidente de avión. Hubiese preferido una vida como la de cualquier persona normal del mundo si pudiese haberla vivido con ella. Me baje del escenario porque a ella le gustaba la música. A mi me quitó lo que más quería.
- Lo siento Liszt..............
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