Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Liederabend... mélodies... poèmes en musique, Berg, Brahms, Wolf and Anja Harteros.

 This is my next destination: Frau Harteros 's recital in Milan.
It  only takes nine hours by IDBUS, cheaper than train and  plane, above all less tiring, but will it be?
All I have to do is pack  my rucksack, get my Ipad ready for this long trip so I can read and listen to the poems I will hear sung on Sunday evening, at la Scala.
Before Sunday there will be Saturday at the Expo! 
I have five countries on my list: Chili, Austria, China, Italy and Spain. Then there are thematic explorations that speak to my mind and heart because Food quality and quantity is the big  issue on our planet in this new century highly polluted by technologies of all sorts which endanger life of all species of this marvelous planet.That is the paradoxical situation we all live in.
The last  but not least  threat  for all of us comes from religious and economical conflicts which make population flee to better lands. But death and violence seem to be the answer or else if they succeed  to reach Europe, to be summoned to camps then directed back to their homeland.
This nightmare can be witnessed every day on tv.
Each time I feel so furious and ashamed to belong to a country which so far has had no humanitarian answer  to propose to other EC countries.
Italy faces alone the rescue of these emigrants.
At Calais, bashing is the only answer to prevent them from going to GB. What a  shameful situation for us really...
I am hoping to find some kind of generosity in this international display at the Milan Expo, but I have an idea it is also the showcase for Food leaders, just by looking at the Expo map.

 

Alban Berg
7 frühe Lieder

1. Nacht
2. Schilflied
3. Die Nachtigall
4. Traumgekrönt
5. Im Zimmer
6. Liebesode
7. Sommertage

Hugo Wolf
Mein Liebster singt am Haus im Mondenscheine
Wir haben beide lange Zeit geschwiegen
Auf ein altes Bild
Verschwiegene Liebe
Verborgenheit
Er ist´s!

Johannes Brahms

Meine Liebe ist grün
Dein blaues Auge
Der Tod, das ist die kühle Nacht
In Waldeseinsamkeit
Von waldbekränzter Höhe
Auf dem Kirchhofe
Am Sonntag Morgen
Schön war, das ich dir weihte
An ein Veilchen
Therese
Von ewiger Liebe

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