HelenaPF's photos with the keyword: héroïnes
Mario Caravadossi de Tosca de Puccini
Scarpia de Tosca de Puccini
35.Liù, esclave du roi déchu de Tartarie -Turandot…
Lohengrin de Wagner
Turandot princesse chinoise de Turandot de Puccin…
Ophélie
06 Jan 2012 |
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wbm6lMw2sUY
Auprès d'un torrent Ophélie
cueillait, tout en suivant le bord,
dans sa douce et tendre folie,
des pervenches, des boutons d'or,
des iris aux couleurs d'opale,
et de ces fleurs d'un rose pâle
qu'on appelle des doigts de mort.
Puis, élevant sur ses mains blanches
les riants trésors du matin,
elle les suspendait aux branches,
aux branches d'un saule voisin.
Mais trop faible le rameau plie,
se brise, et la pauvre Ophélie
tombe, sa guirlande à la main.
Quelques instants sa robe enflée
la tint encor sur le courant
et, comme une voile gonflée,
elle flottait toujours chantant,
chantant quelque vieille ballade,
chantant ainsi qu'une naïade
née au milieu de ce torrent.
Mais cette étrange mélodie
passa, rapide comme un son.
Par les flots la robe alourdie
bientôt dans l'abîme profond
entraîna la pauvre insensée,
laissant à peine commencée
sa mélodieuse chanson.
Beside a brook, Ophelia
gathered along the water's bank,
in her sweet and gentle madness,
periwinkles, buttercups,
opal-tinted irises,
and those pale purples
called dead men's fingers.
Then, raising up in her white hands
the morning's laughing trophies,
she hung them on the branches,
the branches of a nearby willow.
But the bough, too fragile, bends,
breaks, and poor Ophelia
falls, the garland in her hand.
Her dress, spread wide,
bore her on the water awhile,
and like an outstretched sail
she floated, still singing,
singing some old ballad,
singing like a naiad
born amidst the stream.
But this strange melody died,
fleeting as a snatch of sound.
Her garment, heavy with water,
soon into the depths
dragged the poor distracted girl,
leaving her melodious song
hardly yet begun.
Hamlet de Shakespeare
26 May 2010 |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
Le commandeur de Don juan de Mozart
Don Juan de Don Juan de Mozart
"Otello" de Verdi -Ave Maria
Desdémone de Otello de Verdi
Juliette de Romeo et Juliette de Gounod
Roméo de" Roméo et Juliette" de Gounod
Samson de Samson et Dalila de Saint-Saëns
Dalila de Samson et Dalila de Saint-Saëns
01 Jan 2010 |
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http://www.musicme.com/Amici-Forever/albums/Defined-0828767093420.html?play=09
Orphée de Orphée et Eurydice de Glück
Aïda de Verdi
Don Jose, Brigadier de Carmen de Bizet
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