Trois mille six cents fois par heure, la Seconde
Chuchote: Souviens-toi! — Rapide, avec sa voix
D’insecte, Maintenant dit: Je suis Autrefois,
Et j’ai pompé ta vie avec ma trompe immonde!
“Life is the schema of freedom”, or so Schelling thought. He had yet to face the annihilation of his own soul, doomed like any other by the only real ruler: time. That’s why we write, compose, create: it’s a desperate attempt to free ourselves from the claws of our only true master, trying to leave a trace of the unfair battle in which we daily engage to survive ourselves.
an opera for an eternal artist
Why an opera on Camille Claudel? A better question would be: why not? Her life, her genius the love affair with Rodin and the alleged madness are perfect ingredients for it.
notte di Yalda
The House of Fireflies
On the backdrop of Persian myths, poetry and music come together in an eternal story. Garcia Lorca, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Goethe: a story of love, loneliness, and, ultimately, death.