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Date: April 17, 2010.
Held Cultural Center Miguel Delibes, Valladolid.
Context: Concerto Number Four within the cycle Great Opera Voices of CCMD.
Program: Sacrificium: La scuola dei castrati. Parts Nicola Porpora, Riccardo Broschi, Francesco Maria Veracini, Leonardo Vinci, Leonardo Leo, Francesco Araia, Carl Heinrich Graun, Alessandro Scarlatti, Antonio Caldara, and George Frideric Handel.
Cast: Cecilia Bartoli & La Scintilla. Ada Pesch, concertmaster.


Beauty, excitement, wonder, unrepeatable, tears, happiness ... These were some of the nicknames that could be heard in the stalls of the giant symphony hall of CCMD Valladolid, at halftime and final concert of the unique Roman mezzo, Cecilia Bartoli , I had to either play within their English tour, which had its last record-record for the label Decca - dedicated to the figure of the castrated singers in the Italian Baroque.
is well known, for all passionate fans of Baroque music, the excellent quality of this singer, but to see it live is always a special and unique experience for all your figure fired.
Needless to say, the almost 1800 places in the symphony hall, one of the largest Europe, of course, were absolutely packed audience, an audience of those totally Delivered to the "diva" respectful "except" cenutrios "always-excited and anxious that the show did not cease for nothing.

The program, which attached pictures, it was really generous and very beautiful, selecting all the pieces on the disc and one or more to shine, to which add, too, instrumental pieces interspersed between the vocal parts.
For anyone who has heard the album , it is necessary to point out that it is everything from merely virtuosic arias, in which Bartoli shows its technical potential to other arias really expressive, where slow tempi are chosen, arias in which to mostar that not all fireworks in the singing of the mezzo. Highlighting some of the pieces is really complex, but I must admit I was really surprised at the indescribable beauty of some of the arias do not appear on the disc, such as Graun, which had the smoothness of the strings that sway in the most serious of the staff, and Chi al mio dolore non present in Broschi, a really exciting aria, which shows the most raw agony of someone who has lost everything. Another absolutely brilliant moment was when we offered, second tip, the famous Lascia la Spina, release of "Cogli rose from Handel. Probably is the best version I have ever heard, with a sweetness and delicacy and astonishing instrumental accompaniment worthy of vocal range displayed. In addition, the da capo awesome, which made no ornamentation at all, but it did in pp , finished me ice cream. Something magical.

Bartoli proved to be safe at all times, smiling, happy, expressive, emotion-not surprising ease having to internalize the papal interpretation, vibrant, and so on. The ridge line of the Roman no longer a secret to anyone. Not a big voice, While it is true, but do not stop being curious and assertive than it is, perhaps, the voice that is eating much of the music scene today is one of those who some call "small." You may not have a projection bestial, although it is not true what some say that from row 10 is left to hear, "but what makes this lady is beyond the reach of virtually anyone but herself. Its ease of coloratura, incredible fiat, vocal expressiveness, its overwhelming "pianos" his tenuti unusual, elegance in phrasing, the astonishing precision of its staccati the tremendous demands on each note that canta, esa solvencia técnica que la permite coger una nota en piano, aumentarla una octava y mantenerla ahí, con un sonido nítido pero casi inapreciable, y hacer con ella lo que quiere, manteniéndote en vilo; en fin, una pasmosa superioridad vocal, que no hace sino convertirla en la cantante mejor dotada técnicamente que yo haya escuchado. Pero no es sólo eso, pues uno puede pensar "vale, es muy buena, pero ¿consigue emocionar o es sólo una máquina de soltar notas a una velocidad vertiginosa?" Pues bien, no es que sólo sea capaz de interpretar, con la misma solvencia, arias de bravura de las más endiablada complicación, sino que también es capaz de regalarse momentos realmente mágicos, playing slow airs, those with depth and expressive depth, those that make you stay glued to the seat, but also goes beyond the view you get on paper, suffer the vicissitudes of the protagonist and finished with glazed eyes and needing time to absorb what just expressed. That, dear readers, is available to almost anyone. Therefore, I think a superlative singer, single, unique and born to do what he does.

The orchestral accompaniment was provided by the Swiss baroque orchestra La Scintilla one of those chamber ensembles that are extracted from other conventional orchestras-that of the Zurich Opera House, in this case, and act without a fixed director. In this case, the master hand fell on the American baroque violinist Ada Pesch, familiar figure on the international scene and perfect knowledge of orchestral instruments at hand.
started something cold, trying to acclimate to the room and Bartoli's vocal skills, but quickly began to fall into place, and after tuning some small problems with the baroque violin seconds and occasional rhythmic mismatch, La Scintilla started to show why they were chosen to accompany the mezzo for several European concerts. The Swiss are not Il Giardino Armonico, ie not expected unleashed rhythms, and strong performances in bravura arias. The Scintilla is a more restrained in how they deal with the Agogo and dynamics of the pieces, however, were quite strong, brave in the arias really fast and very lyrical in the slow-where they obtained their best results. Knew at all times sound and grade their clothing in proper measure to Bartoli, perhaps too much at times where they just listened. Assumed a secondary role in the arias, while displaying all their weapons in the purely instrumental pieces. Include its excellent performance in Scarlatti's Sinfonia and the opening of Porpora.
The level of the soloists, especially the winds, touched excellence in many moments. Deserve special mention recorders and baroque transverse flute and the baroque horns.
The string sound was very smooth, elegant and refined and very appropriate continuous and discrete in perspective-at times too quiet in the key. Ada Pesch
performed at a high level and bring their mates got where he wanted, which is not without merit.

In short, a spectacle quite memorable. And it was because not every day one is able to overwhelm me in that way in a musical event. Bartoli has the quality to get great thrill and plunge the public cry to his will, which is also the available to very few. Getting that many we will end with the expressive and exciting Bartoli of slow arias, instead of the very famous Bartoli of bravery, the more "commercial" if you want, it does say much in his favor.
An unforgettable concert, very visual, but especially near and beautiful, sublime above all else. I can not conclude without paying the tribute he deserves such a fantastic music. These works, despite its clear focus virtuoso, not at all, free of structural and compositional superlative quality, and contain in their staves times actually as beautiful as they can contain some of the most memorable pages of history.

Finally, I want to refer to the human quality of Cecilia incredible, matched only by its quality as a singer. After two hours of concert was kind enough to come out to greet the many fans who were there waiting. He walked one and a half of their time to people, signing autographs, taking pictures and talking at length with each of the people gathered there, in an act of sympathy as I have seldom witnessed. He was so close, friendly and adorable, it really is finished to give an account of the need for more people like this who are able to move you to the end and then dry your tears you caused.

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Araia Francesco (1709-1770): Air I fall, but what we aim , Berenice de la Ópera
Album: Sacrificium
Cecilia Bartoli & Il Giardino Armonico - Giovanni Antonini
Decca Classics, 2010.

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Antonio Caldara (1670-1736): Air That I am the good shepherd , de Death of Abel figure that of our Redeemer
Album: Sacrificium
Cecilia Bartoli & Il Giardino Armonico - Giovanni Antonini
Decca Classics, 2010.

What Happend If U Take No Medicin For Herpes

The City of Dreams

Chapter XIV The light on the horizon became increasingly larger, until they ended up blinding me and I could not see beyond it, then the voices began, first as a distant murmur, then became more severe and constant until ended up drilling the head. Watching my father woke me in his arms and stared at me, looked like he had been fighting or exercising for a long time, for large drops of sweat trickling down his forehead. He did not say anything, but it seemed very frightened. Thereafter the voices followed me, I could not shake them, incited me to do things they should not do, said I had blood on his hands and had to release me, then I looked at his hands and saw them full effect blood, had to get rid of the blood in some way when he slept, he glanced back light was turned off at certain times and only were many bodies scattered on the side of me, as if they had been killed suddenly, so full of their clothes as blood my hands, as if only I had stayed with life as if I had killed. The voices echoed always kill them!, Said they started saying over and over again, until I woke up and was still awake listening to them, echoed in my head a thousand times, like a bell. Would do anything for which they were nightmares only.
- But if you come to your senses "were not just dreams? - The left Pegunta spontaneous and full of curiosity like me.
- was always the same dream-continued ignoring me as if he were alone and talking to herself, and the next night and the next night and so many nights, little by little my attitude changed, my parents thought I was sick, called on doctors, I did several tests to conclude by saying that he had nothing, that what happened to me was that I wanted more attention than my parents could give, but it was not true "He turned to me with her beautiful black eyes began to glow with tears that were about to sprout. Soon the dream changed and the light and did not look, everything was dark and felt turned into a pit that had no end, ever-present voices screaming at me to release me but how could I? "Kill them and you'll be free," she said again and again and wake up screaming and very frightened, until the day came that I could fully understand "Take, kill, free yourself," I said and I wanted to leave me alone, my life became hell alone so I spent a long time, little by little everything became clear to me, the voices wanted to kill my parents and all who were close or I would, if they would do it gradually came to life and the voices were in my dream body, were two middle-aged and height, a woman and a man in his body exuded a sweetness and fragility that could not believe there was so much malice in them, I was told if he did what they said they would take me to wander in a universe that does not exist and forever. Always after me and behind me and I have a lot of fear, fear of not being able to resist more and do what I say, I can not!, I can not! Finished saying this and letting out a cry uncontrollably. I do not know what to do, or what words mean, just embrace it and I managed to stay silent, letting the girl relieve all that saddened his soul.

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Respiration Higher In Reptile Or Mammal

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confidence that until then had been with me left me, and hurried step to get out of there as soon as possible, the fear is an involuntary sentiment that helps us survive, we are always afraid of what we can not control, "I thought to myself if only I could control my thoughts, I ended saying.
- Do not let them take me! Cried the woman who had left suddenly in a corner, he noticed something seemed agitated and that he had been running for a while.
- What happens?, "I said trying to calm her and took her by the arms.
The girl did not exceed twenty-five, wore a blue denim jacket and brown hair fell like a waterfall in the back, half leg skirt and a white shirt. She was hysterical and he ignored me, wanted to continue running toward the direction that I walked, I had to hold tightly to calm her and tell her that behind her there was nobody who was probably mistaken in doing so stumbled and the two fell to the ground so I could see his eyes were a deep black and were filled with tears and full of terror.
I felt sorry for the girl to see her so, so helpless and so full of fear that I wanted to protect against everything and everyone so I tried to calm her. Had the power given the hysteria and trying to wiggle out of my hands as LEADS, and turning towards the house from which it came. I made many efforts to keep it still on the ground, and were for a few minutes that I felt like an eternity, she would not give up their fight and more than one occasion I was about to release.
- Do not let them take me! - He repeated frantically, "Do not let me touch it!
He repeated again and again the poor girl tried to see who was following her, but I could not see anything that threatened, then I realized the power of despair about the human body and mind.
- No one is!, No one is here!, Concerned calm down please! "At that point the fatigue and surprise were beating me and was about to release when your unconscious came to my aid.
a long time I was looking at her, took her to one side of the street where a house was a little shady, I took the bottle of water that had filled the house of my previous host and I started to cool a bit her face, Much to my regret I could not but admire their beauty, lying on the ground there seemed to be the Sleeping Beauty story that a child had read, at times I had the urge to go but was very curious about what was happening, what what he had so much terror that came away so quickly?, This same fear of the inexplicable that I saw in their eyes I was pretty impressed. The curious thing is that the houses had fallen silent, which was broken by the sound people did a few meters behind, occasionally you could hear some whistles that sounded very low, appeared to be used far away. They spent about two hours, when the girl began to revive, which cost him a bit, but finally recovered and me was silent, his face reflecting no fear, but curiosity.
- Who are you? He asked looking at the floor, brown hair that fell like a waterfall in the front made her look more beautiful.
- I'm not from here, "I answered quickly, just going the way but tell me what happened to you in a while?.
- escape them, "I said, lowering his voice as if not being heard.
- Whose?, "Who are they? I asked with great curiosity on the face .- It all started one night, began to speak, I listened carefully feeling that the girl beside me was going to confess something that was hurting inside and she could not save more - I was in my home with my parents, the dinner had ended and a few moments, it was late and had the night time had begun. We saw the TV sitting in our chairs as comfortable giving up slack up a glass of milk, well my parents gave me good night and I was advised that I stay so late watching the movie. I stayed and I did not realize when I fell asleep, I do know is that the dream began a little later, that damn dream ever since I came!, In it I was walking down a path that was surrounded by trees, far away and in front of me saw a huge light appeared the sun's light was small first and then became great blinding at times but I did not give up and continued on my way, subconsciously knew I was looking for something important and that gave me more strength to continue, he seemed mesmerized by it could not turn to see the sides for fear that the light disappeared. I walked for a long time she did, when I look at my side trees gave way to houses like the ones here, I was surprised that in the dream seemed to be awake and alert, living a life that was not mine.

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Motorbike Jump Birthday Cake

Cidad of Dreams City of Dreams

Chapter XII

The note was on the table where the previous night had seen the tablecloth, the I noticed it seemed that was left on purpose to see it, so I read it avidly. My friend
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Until yesterday my life was sailing through the mists of closure, no talk of physical confinement, I mean the closure of the soul, which I think is the most terrible and lonely it can be. At night I again had the same dream that has been tormenting me a lifetime, but now has been different, I think your arrival I discovered what it meant to me a long time, I discovered that sleep makes me want to go my destiny wherever you are.
Many people are afraid to seek their own destiny and has afraid to dream, wish searches the remedy for loneliness or used in something that ultimately frustrated and living a dream that is not theirs, then the problems are weighing down and end up wishing to escape from reality and everything to fear loneliness, getting us live trouble dealing with them, to feel alive and die for them.
Some people are comforted by saying that it is what can be and not what has been dreamed of, but that's a thought for cowards who do not want to follow the adventure of living your dream and do not yet life gives us many more opportunities to fulfill our destiny, and when we decided to follow them and we have wasted part of our life to live trivially. Delivery today to get my sleep, I just want to say farewell to adhere to what you've always dreamed and look your way, not the people around you if not within yourself, in your dreams, your soul and you'll know beforehand always happy. I take leave wishing you find your destination quickly.
Thanks for teaching ... to realize the illusions.
The letter made me happy, people-and it gave him the right, deep in daily work, tired of living for a dream to have postponed the day, consoling himself that there will be a future, and what if we die today, or tomorrow?, what will happen?. The future is only an illusion, a dream to follow, but given the awareness that we can finish today or tomorrow. Nobody has bought life.
I am delighted that my host continued his dream, now had to worry about, my own and that indeed was the same. How could he know the meaning?, I had realized that to follow a dream was not necessary to be young, the way of life is very long and it is for us to enjoy it, I compared it with a path full of holes which, if not careful can be a fall and did not rise.
I left the house that morning, the sun rose in the cold vapor trail in the morning and the world woke up shortly little, as desemperezándose night of slumber that had imprisoned.
never seen a morning like this, spray fumes rising into the sky gradually, and the sun playing with the water particles to paint colors making them thousands of small rainbow inadvertently came to my mind many memories of when we got wet child with my family in the backyard, the sun did the same at the time. I walked the path on which we walk the night before and so I went outside and saw the park that morning. You could see something different, so full of life but even in solitude, and perhaps always was, and perhaps why he was so feliz.Tomé on the street as I was led to the departure of the town so full of madness as he said in the poster that read at the entrance, I walked several hours and was so distracted that I did not realize that in houses in that part of town began to be a little more movement, there were many people with blue dress, as worn by surgeons, several people in white too, felt more tension in this area of \u200b\u200btown, windows was barred in the courts could be seen above the fence and barbed wire them entangled so that anyone could jump and enter or escape, the street outside was deserted. The fear was in the air, few barriers was determined to put people and how much solitude being together.

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Wiring Diagram For Second Battery In A Car To Amp

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Chapter XI

climbed by them coming to the hall where it ended, there was a room that was equal to the bottom, this was filled with various pictures on the walls and some recharged at the bottom of them, it seemed that this space was occupied as a warehouse.
- There you have "He said the man pointing to the pile of boxes.
I was amazed to see so many versions of the same dream you can do, not know where to start and had started on the closer, he found a small procession of people walking along a path among the trees of a great forest, the whole people illuminated with lanterns in the darkness prevailing in the distance we could see some light that reaches interpreted as a village.
In another picture we could see a small town in broad daylight, which had a small park, this was full of people as if they were in a meeting, how strange is that there is no child could see there were only women and men, all dressed gala and a source observed with great devotion and joy, the source water dripping from several sides, above the clouds appeared figures of angels looking down upon the people. In another picture I saw hands that contrasted with a black background in prayer position, this image I conveyed a sense of peace, was another in which they were the same hands, now with fingers crossed each other in an attitude of concern or While an attitude of waiting, waiting perhaps not ended.
And I glance at pictures one by one until the last, my host looked surprised, not knowing what to say or do, in that last picture was the image I had seen elsewhere and I was impressed enough, that image had seen in my dream one day that had begun the journey. I was unable to utter a word, is it a coincidence? or a mystery was locked in the house.
- Are you really shocked? He asked the man to see the look in my eyes.
- Yes, I've seen elsewhere, I did not know because she hid the truth at that moment. I've seen elsewhere, I do not remember where exactly but I've seen.
- What a strange coincidence! "He said after several moments of silence, I thought my dreams and mine were only kept a secret in my life, but if you saw it somewhere, I must have seen also in the same part and I was impressed.
- Yes, I've seen ... I said in my dream no more to say.
The two were silent, something inside us told us we were united by a dream within me rang incessantly question - How many people would have the same dream?
After all, everyone dreams, dreams are an extension of consciousness, of daily life and in the unreality of the dream we can find some time. The dream unites us with our inner self when that happens we can do anything, we can break the reality and then do amazing things, to own everything, including the world or we can do things unimaginable and amazing as fly high or jump and do a lot more.
illusions that are created in the dream are only valid if they are rooted in our consciousness, then fight for them with the full force of our nature and the dream then, is attracted to our daily lives and so we can meet them.
- The world of dreams is a mystery man is heard saying he was as surprised as me, then paused.
That night, he offered me a place to wash up and sleep that night I again had the same dream, the images now coming out of the hands are piled one after another among the people who looked and dressed them, then they were doctors, police, firefighters, presidents, politicians, peasants, etc.
awoke in good spirits, I knew the dream had something to do with my adventure, I understood that to dream, must have been something of madness in my being, I knew then I had always wanted to be a painter, writing stories and many other things But for whatever situation I had never done. I understood I had to get to the end of the dream, finding that one little part of me that always wanted to be and so far lived in hiding in who knows what part, always with the intention of meeting postponed. "Maybe you want to be a fireman or a doctor," I thought at one point. I said goodbye to the man, I never liked the goodbyes, I knew he would understand the background, was more intelligent than it seemed, despite his small personality problem, but yet he knew that someday we'd go see.

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Motion Sickness When Pregant Vertigo

City of Dreams City of Dreams

Chapter X

- True, I've always admired people who like to cultivate the mind and the arts as painting, I replied, realizing that I was with someone very special.
- I do not really like reading but have read enough to open my mind to this little pleasure of dreaming, what if I do is write poetry or something like that, I think there is more poetry than you can show an image in addition, I like the solitude, to feel when the brush covers the canvas as it is as if they were my hands down a woman's skin is so intense, I enjoy seeing how the images are giving birth, being born one by one or all at the same time, being alone, alone yourself and drying images on the heat from within. All this is a treat not to change anything.
not understand at first, then realized that a man's personality he did one thing differently than did the other, but between them there was an unusual sensitivity.
- Well, look good, his work regularly transmits sensations that are not beautiful, but I think that because they can convey what you do and is an art in itself. I refer to the sadness and loneliness that reflect their pictures, I guess it's almost a state of ecstasy is achieved. Do not know much about painting, or combinations of colors and techniques, but I liked the little picture, I imagine that you also painted "I said pointing to a picture placed in one of the walls of that small room, the painting was of the sea theme, the background was composed of the blue sky in perfect combination with green, united the two by a small boat, the sea dying on the beach where they were located a small palm trees that seemed to move with the wind, in the foreground was repeated female figure of the table saw at the entrance, but this time with a cheerful countenance and playing with the sea as his lady, I think she has a strange fixation with nostalgic landscapes and women, do not you think? "I said getting up to contemplate better.
- Ah, that picture is paradise, is a gift from a friend of mine the day I turned years and why they call it, well, because I think that between the sea and sand, between heaven and the wind alone is a paradise and this is the woman, one can not ask more than that to live. But let's leave them aside and tell me a little about yourself and tell me what are you doing here?
- is a bit long to explain, "I replied.
- Why do people always say that? "I stopped suddenly, I guess to prevent something that does not explain, feel in total confidence to speak, who on this city everything is possible and credible.
- sorry, "I replied," has reason may be due to a habit of repetition, I mean you get used to hearing certain things about people and learn to be part of a whole, we repeat what we hear without thinking that we nonsense.
Having said this, I started to explain why I had been there since I found the man in that already distant evening of my childhood, I also mentioned that he was just passing through the village in search of "The City of Dreams "which had already disappeared from my map, that for those time was already thinking if they really exist or was an illusion that had since childhood, told him I was very puzzled by this town where we did not appear in any plane he'd ever seen before and even commented that he was really anxious to know what would happen in the near future. He stared at me a long time, and assessing what he had said, as if trying to understand.
- For a long time, "he said after a few seconds of silence, when I was locked and chained to my bed, watching those endless days, months and perhaps years, one after another, when he had lost hope of escaping there, dreaming of my ravings with freedom, with the mountains in the distance watching and fresh air of dawn in the village. Among the many dreams I had, there was one in particular that kept my dreams and still remain dormant in my heart and my mind is a dream that I can not forget even when I'm talking to you, I've painted several times but is always changing and when I think I've managed to reflect what is in it, on the canvas, leaving the images change in my subconscious the same meaning. I have sometimes thought that dreams are never met. This in particular has become an intrinsic obsession with my soul.
- what can I count? "I asked with great curiosity .- Best show you what" I said getting up and heading for the hallway leading to the stairs on the second floor.

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