Ma il mio misterio e chiuso in me

Hi there Bloggers.

It a damp, drab and grey day here in downtown Denman.


I should be at work.


But I'm not. I stayed home as I have the remnants of a migraine that developed when I was standing at the checkouts at BigW yesterday evening. Thank goodness it doesn't happen everytime I'm at Big W. Actually, I typed "Big EW", then. I should have left it.


So, today is very quiet, with just Clover and I in the shed with the heater humming. No TV, no stereo or radio. The cats are curled up on my bed in the house. I'm not going to tell what I'm wearing. Suffice to say that if there was a Miss Universe of bag ladies, then I'd be a top five finalist. We have no wood for the fire. It too wet everywhere. I've tried to send some rain over to Kris, of "Kronicles of Kris" fame, but it seems reluctant to go.


I've spent the day so far wandering throught the realms of cyberspace, reading and blog-commenting while waiting for you-tube videos to load, mainly of the American Idol final 4. A very talented bunch, certainly. And Jordin deserved to win.


But then I found what I was really looking for.


Paul Potts singing "Nessun Dormer" on "Britain's Got Talent".




I saw a bit of this clip on "Sunrise" the other morning, and I wanted to see it in it's entirety. I'm not an opera fan. At all. I can't understand a word of it. Even if it's in English. Gilbert and Sullivan are about as operatic as I get. But this man.... my, oh, my. I was reduced to tears whilst watching "Sunrise". For a reason other than the boys are too slow at getting ready for school , and I will have to drive them to the bus stop....again.....



This mobile phone salesman from South Wales feels that he was born to sing. And I think that he's right. And not just in the bathroom. He lacks confidence. But if he could only see the effect that he has on those to whom he is singing. He lifts the entire room with this short piece of music; the expression on people's faces are amazing. The transformation of the judges says it all.

As I said, I have no idea what he is singing about. I've never seen "Turandot" and I probably never will. But he just makes me feel... Damien Leith sang the same piece on "Australian Idol", too, I think. A great piece of music. And Pavarotti sang it at for the Football World Cup.

Only one other opera has ever affected me, and that was not because of the opera, but I think, because of the scene. It was in the movie,"Philadelphia", in the scene where Tom Hanks explains about the song from "Madam Butterfly", and how it fits into the scheme of things, whilst hanging into his IV pole, with the song filling the background.... Sounds kitsch, but I was overwhelmed, none the less. I was at the end of my pregnancy with GG, and emotional to say the least. I felt so much guilt about the treatment of HIV-positive gays... I carried it for days ... And, as I said, I was very pregnant at the time.......



A commenter says that he read that Paul has been working as a soloist that has performed in Northern Italy. Well, so what; everyone starts somewhere. It doesn't detract from the magic that we see and hear.............



I hope that it takes Paul to where he wants to be.


He certainly took me to a special place.



And then it took me quite a while to find these lyrics;

Turandot

Nessun dorma, Nessun dorma, nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o principessa,
Nella tua fredda stanza,
Guardi le stelle
Che tremano d’amore e di speranza.
Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun sapra!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro’Quando la luce splendera’!
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzioChe ti fa mia!
(il nome suo nessun saprà!E noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)
Dilegua, o notte!
tramontate, stelle!
All’alba vincero’!

And thanks to Andrea Bocelli, a translation;


no one sleeps! no one sleeps!
You too, o princess
In your cold room
Are watching the stars
Which tremble with love and hope!
But my secret lies hidden within me,
No one shall know my name!
No no, on your lips I will tell you,
When daylight will come
And my kiss shall break
The silence which makes you mine
(No one shall discover your name!
And we will be able to die!)
Depart, oh night!
fade away, you stars!
At dawn I shall win!


Crikey!

I even love the words...... It wasn't easy to find them. Apparently opera isn't mainstream enough ......... or opera fans already know all the words.......


Now I know what he was singing about. And from his heart, too. Just to me........


Enough waxing lyrical for me.


I'm off to place a nice hot water bottle on my neck, and maybe have a little nap.


I might just watch it one more time first. Just while I'm waiting for the kettle to boil.....


Cheers to you all xoxoxoxoxoxoxo