Last concert with Toscanini in Parma Conservatorio Arrigo Boito (the day before we were in Salsomaggiore). The dressing room is actually classroom with an upright piano, a Clavinova, the classic color of the plaster of the classrooms at the Conservatory (neither white nor yellow, nor Gray: A unique and amazing ircocervo) where they settled mysterious signs: the picture Brasilera orchestra on tour, a wall clock sublime, worthy of the quadrants of liquefied Dali (who ever one day have the best designed? he and where is it now? genius sucked by time, by diligent histories. ..) but also of Czechoslovakia seventies, a photo of the Zuelli framed (dating back to '29), with a dedication to him direct from Conservatory "with passion and serenity of the artist's official." Zuelli severe teacher has a beard, but his eyes marked by the lines are good, gentle, forgiving. He had a hard time and struggling, grew up between the road and the orphanage, won the Prix Sonzogno and wrote operas, symphonic poems, songs. died old, alone and blind.
I look at him with affection and I think the strange destiny of our art, the most fleeting, most tied to the whims of fate. Never listen to a note of Master Zuelli?
For now, the photographer with their cell phone (with your watch, of course): reflected in the glass here is the Master Albanian together with me, intent to shoot (the "fitting room is shared). Good gig, despite the acoustics a bit 'too generous, perhaps the best of three. 
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