Salzburg Verona
I said in my previous entry that every August always have expiry date and present, you are already taking it. We will soon start a new September with those missed vivid memories of a few days that, in my case, have been intensely memorable. Attend the music festivals of Salzburg and Verona and do traveling by motorcycle is one of the most suggestive experiences as I could want and that has allowed me to discover the personality of some of Europe’s most exciting cities and the bucolic charm of these vertical alpine landscapes that rival to become the most beautiful postcard. All framing some of the most exciting operatic days by my vivid in the world cradle of summer classical music. My path of overnight stays was: Valencia-Segovia-Burdeos-Ginebra-Como-Innsbruck-Sa lzburgo (Don Giovanni de Mozart, Romeo and Julieta de Gounod, Norma de Bellini, Ivan the Terrible Prokofiev) – curtain DAmpezzo-Verona (Aida de Verdi) – Cannes-Cadaques-Sitges-Valencia. The Salzburger Festspiele is undoubtedly the most important Music Festival in the world, both by its glorious past (celebrates the 90th Edition) by its exceptional present where concur productions, orchestras, directors and performers most prestigious and most famous today.
But in addition, its public elitist (come from all parts of the world) is the most understood and versed that I have shared never stalls and that, undoubtedly, is the highest possible quality assurance. I astonished the disturbing Rotary forest devised by Claus Guth for the men’s Don Giovanni portrayed by Christopher Maltman represented in the Haus fur Mozart, the ability to drama of the beautiful Anna Netrebko starring a youthful Juliette in Romeo and Juliet in the Felsenreitschule, the lesson of wisdom and subtlety Bel Canto’s big shot Edita Gruberova as a rule that put the public on foot with his unmatched Casta Diva at the Grosses Festspielhaus and the dramatic force of a veteran Gerard Depardieu narrating in Russian a Ivan the Terrible masterfully directed by Riccardo Muti at the Wiener Philharmoniker. From show to show my desired pilgrimages to places where was born, lived, wrote and played Mozart became again the finding that some men always lived to never die. Then in the Arena of Verona (88 Festival), the monumental Aida decorated by maestro Franco Zeffirelli, popular and summer, should listen to the indulgence of attending a show where the stars of the open sky and the cool breeze that descends from the Dolomites rival allowed flashes and the cart of ice cream at the intervals. Italy is also so. They say that Verona is the city of love, the same as in their walks streets and romantic balconies swore to always Romeo and Juliet and I could also enjoy the excellent Salzburg operatic version, to verify once again that the only real art is that: love dress music, painting, sculpture, architecture, literature high expressions of human talent that have allowed us to achieve the miracle of interpreting what he has always been more ineffable: the irresistible power of feelings as an engine of our actions and definitor of the meaning of life. Antonio j.