Graduation

Only one week ago, I finally get graduated!! I mean: get FREE!!!

It was like a movie sequence, with the anxiety, the thrill, the real emotion and a soundtrack in background: the alarm clock rang at 6.30, shaving, shower, tea, suit and tie. No phone calls please! Mac, cables, remote control, thesis taken..ok..I'm happy(strange??)

Walkürenritt - Boulez Bayreuth 1980

Wagner has the capability of adaptation in every situation but Mozart was more appropriate to drive with the car, so Die Zauberflote will be! 

Die Zauberflote - Bohm

One by one the components of the commission arrived and my colleagues and I , metaphorically speaking, had the holes tight!!! I put my gown and I tried to relax and be focused on singing softly Un'aura amorosa from Così fan tutte by Mozart, trying to remember the beautiful performance of Kaufmann at the Scala( I know that was too scholastic but the tone of his voice was extraordinary-what a pity that he get so ugly with his voice now).

Un'aura amorosa - Kaufmann Scala

I was the third, so an half-hour later was my turn: the professor of mine made an excellent introduction of  me, consequently I felt more relaxed and everything went easy! I think I've spoken for 15 minutes, there was only a question after the discussion of the thesis of mine and it was finally done! I have to admit that I stumbled once during the speech but it was a truly tiny second:-)

The professors commission gone out for 20 minutes to resolve the graduation marks..the longest waiting of my entire life, EVER!

Again with the gown and the mortarboard, I put myself in front of the president of the professor commission trying to listen what he was saying, but I can't remember exactly that because I was so excited when he pronounced my name and my mind gone away: i can only remember that when he said the degree mark my I felt a injection of adrenaline flowing through my body and the crowd of relatives and friends behind me clapping hardly. Yes, I get the highest mark with honors ("cum laude") and I think the only piece of music really appropriate was:

Beethoven 9th Symphony - Furtwangler Bayreuth 1951

THEN BEER
I've almost forgot: I became a dentist!

.......BRAVOOOOO.........

               
Have you ever heard the very first Big Luciano's debut role ??? Yes, the huge tenor(I mean huge in voice)! Yesterday was such an horrible day for me: I don't know what happened but something triggered in me an hidden feeling of anger that paralyzed me all day long! I couldn't do anything until evening! 
Sooooo I went to youtube trying to find something that I like and I started comparing some opera arias with different singers and lucky me, I founded a beautiful, astonish and breathless Luciano on his first debut: Boheme of Puccini. Obviously he was Rodolfo(I know, sometimes it's better to repeat maybe someone left a piece.. :)
If you listen this aria, and I'm saying "listen" not "heard", it happens a strange thing: when he reaches the  high DO(C) you can remain empty, you can feel the leak of something. It's an oxymoron but it's real!
Anyway in this particular piece, at this age, Pavarotti is unreachable..even  Nicolai Gedda turns pale. There's a phrasing truly realistic, an excellent technique and a blare of the voice of the young tenor.
Tasting to believe!

a "normal" afternoon nap

Ok! Don't worry C. It's your first time!ahhhhhahhrr
Ok stay calm...breath...breath.
I just woke up with the heart beating super fast, now what...again?? yes, again a nightmare:

I was laughing with my old schoolmates in a completely unknown school(strange because I don't hear anything about them for six years) when I felt that something is going wrong from the room next to me. It was a classic study room with the wood on the walls and a wood desk with the green leather on top, and there were 2 people making sex really loud..he yelled as if he had an heart attack and the girl too!! oh come on..I felt obligated to rescue him..in that moment I've thought about the forensic medicine course when the professor said that if you don't prevent something that the low prescribes to do is like you had committed yourself and something about the wrongful death-i'm not really brave all in all- anyway I saw him on the floor, cyanotic and breathless so I started putting my hands on his chest but he started laughing loud and looking me with flamed eyes....ehhhhhhhh it's a joke...I yelled at him so hard that he developed a tachycardia freaking fast and the first thing I did was to put two fingers in his eyes to decrease his pressure!! I woke up with a theatrically gesture of my left arm with my heart pumping and my mood low.
The question is: if I want to sleep because the daystuding of pathologic anatomy is very tiring, why I just can't dream anything without medicine inside????

Ok..I'll make a tea and I restart to study...stupid student situation