Consequences
2002-06-08 13:48:20 ET

The Opera: Yesterday at night, I went to an Opera. I hade never been to an opera before, and I got to say it was fabulous. The opera I assisted to was The Barber of Seville, the main theme composed by Rossini. I remember how I liked a lot that melody, I had that one on one of those ď100 masterpieces classical music collectionĒ and I played that may times on the Cd player; I also downloaded the mp3 when I didnít know I already had it, and I was sure I had heard that in a cartoon, and I remembered well so I figured out that some Looney Tunes cartoons had classical music on it, so I started downloading some of them until I find that one called The Rabbit of Seville which is a very funny cartoon and I like it.

So, the opera began with that theme melody which I was so excited to listen at live performance, and when I first heard at the actor/singer with this very professional and talented voice I got astonished. Then other and others start singing too. Then, when the barber started singing too I immediately recognized the song which also appears in a cartoon but I donít remember in which one or its title, you know, the famous Figaro. The whole opera was beautiful, all the sopranos, tenors, basses, etc, was great! The story was about a man whom was in love if this woman and pleaded advice from the barber of the town, Seville. The opera was all in Italian, and due to Italian is somehow similar to Spanish I recognized a few words, besides, they had like one of those screens for adding subtitles for its understanding. At the end, everyone liked it so much that there was like 10 or 15 min continuous without silence: everyone was applauding so much that even myself didnít know if this was part of the opera itself. It was great! I liked!

Thoughts between the opera: For much beautiful something can be, thereís always something, in this case some people, who make it either worse or better. You know, there were like those snobbish people there that doesnít enjoy that much of art, they were there just because of their money. Fuck them! Watching those people just laughing and making absurd commentaries about it, having their kids besides them running through the corridors (in the intermission) wondering ďwhen is it gonna end?... I wanna go home now mom...Ē oh fuck them! Donít they have the enough money to put someone to baby-sit them? Maybe, only maybe, if those were some prodigious children learning arts there, but... oh come on! And it couldnít be missed the guy whom had to be coughing there so loud... damn!

But at least I did see something nice between the audiences, this astonishing, gorgeous, and beautiful Goth girl there. A girl which I had had watching her from a place I go often, we donít know us each other. I think weíve just interchanged glances, but... damn! ...how gorgeous is she! She was at least having fun with two friends, not like me, -yes, if you wonder- Iím so pathetic that I went there alone. Which made think, again, in my ugly life, my pathetic essence. Of how is it that for much I try to be gentleman I have never had the taste of otherís lips in me... how I barely have a friend which only likes me as a small friend whom likes arts like me... how Iíll be always wandering someone elseís beauty... never having someone to heat me in a hug... to say truth, none of the dudes that pretend to be my ďfriendsĒ know me as a goth lover, a romantic poet, an emotional sad guy, a fine-arts watcher, they think Iím the same metalhead as always only more depressed lately... but from now on I think I wonít care absolutely nothing about that... because Iím way too ridiculously alive to care of my health, so sadly alive too smile at their comedy, too sickened and mad for caring them, too sole and pathetic to be loved. ...You see, now how is that for every single beauty I see around there I feel more dead. I did more things that night... well, I mean, I thought of more subjects that night, but Iíll write them in another occasion because I feel too... fucked up now to keep going. I think I'll have a night-walk... oh fuck everything... fuck...


2002-06-08 14:41:42 ET

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?

2002-06-08 14:47:18 ET

Nope. No one.

2002-06-08 21:01:27 ET

... yes he is a very beautiful person isn't he.

2002-06-09 08:57:08 ET

Yes he is! You are so beautiful.

2002-06-09 18:30:24 ET

If only I could show him(you) that.

2002-06-09 19:30:58 ET

:(

2002-06-10 14:26:21 ET

Opera: Nice I need to get away for a bit and do that as well. It is important to take the time and apparently we do have a decent opera company here.

and ignore the ancient snobs, all they are doing is biding time until their ungrateful children inherit.

2002-06-10 14:34:55 ET

Try to ignore the kids. With the money some of these people have, they should get a babysitter. When I went to the Met, or the Yale Art Gallery, there was always one or two. Kids get bored sitting around for two hours, dammit! My BF and I went to see a one man show and got stuck next to a snoring old lady. We were not happy campers.

If you see your beauty, or any other, go talk to her. what is the worst that can happen? You seem to be a pretty cool guy.

2002-06-10 14:51:30 ET

Aw, thanks to all of you people! Today was being really shitty, but reading all your comments cheered me up somehow. Thanks, so many thanks. I think I'll go draw something.

2002-06-10 14:56:56 ET

or you can talk to the kids because they are probably being ignored by there parents and have them ask "Daddy why does mommy say that I have the milkmans eyes?"

that should be good for entertainment during the intermission.

2002-06-10 15:03:29 ET

oh yes....always good to do to snobs....you can also ask why he/she looks like the cabana boy.

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