Joyce DiDonato as Rosina in Il barbiere di Siviglia at the Metropolitan Opera (2007)
(Act 1)

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Joyce DiDonato as Rosina in Il barbiere di Siviglia at the Metropolitan Opera (2007)
(Act 1)
Joyce DiDonato in her âDrama Queensâ concert.
Some truly spectacular productions of Salome (top: Royal Opera House, 2012; middle: Royal Opera House, 2018; Dutch National Opera, 2017)
Eartha Kitt onstage during the Broadway production of "Timbuktu!â, a musical revision of âKismetâ, at the Mark Hellinger Theatre. (1978)
Berliner Ensemble, Germany
before COVID-19 and now
ElÄ«na GaranÄa and RenĂ©e Fleming in Der Rosenkavalier (Metropolitan Opera, 2017)
This charming short film takes us deep into the forest to enjoy a nocturnal opera, performed by an ensemble of beautifully animated woodland creatures.
Eres la nota Ășnica sobre la eternidad del silencio. Tu danza estĂĄ creando una nueva canciĂłn. ÂżQuiĂ©n eres caminando hacia el lago?Â
(AnĂłnimo chino, S.XIV)
Cantos nuevos
Agosto de 1920 (vega de zujaira) dice la tarde: ÂĄtengo sed de sombra! . Dice la luna: yo, sed de luceros . La fuente cristalina pide labios y suspiros el viento. Yo tengo sed de aromas y de risas. Sed de cantares nuevos sin lunas y sin lirios, y sin amores muertos. Un cantar de mañana que estremezca a los remansos quietos del porvenir. Y llene de esperanza sus ondas y sus cienos. Un cantar luminoso y reposado, pleno de pensamiento, virginal de tristeza y de angustias y virginal de ensueños. Cantar sin carne lĂrica que llene de risas el silencio. (Una bandada de palomas ciegas lanzadas al misterio). Cantar que vaya al alma de las cosas y al alma de los vientos y que descanse al fin en la alegrĂa del corazĂłn eterno.
Federico GarcĂa Lorca