watching l’elisir d’amore with moms who is visiting.
hushed whispers in the velvet & gilded opera house. all eyes sparkle in the shadows, and you can hear the murmur of the orchestra tune and whine.
such a palace of nostalgia, a touchstone for beauty, vocal dynamism, love explored, comedic passages, aching, pining, passions flared, humble faces shied from true feelings. it harbors them all.
dark desires and lilting promises made at the height of amorous confession. if these tales and performances of them do not leave you with a state of romantic despair or blissful hope, i’m not sure we will ever understand one another.
but i’m willing to give it a go if you are.