Quels talentueux Solistes🙏👏👏👏👏

Всегда наслаждаюсь ее голосом! Обворожительная!!!!

Muito bom 🇧🇷

Mesmerizing music Angelic Voice.

The bass is really in bad shape. So much tongue tension, face is so tense. What happened to him? I am amazed by the conductor, how much more he pulls out of the music than I've heard from other conductors. Bravo!

Merveilleuse école que celle de l’hyperréalisme. Exit le barbouillage 🙏

Merci pour cet enregistrement. Une véritable Madeline de Proust pour moi. Peu jusque là ont pu correspondre à l’émotion ressenti plus jeune lorsqu’on la chantait au collège. J’ai 19 ans maintenant mais je suis certains que cette chanson continuera à m’habiter encore longtemps … Merci infiniment Jean-Melchior.

Esto.. para,privelgiados

Thus we with mercies blessed Have but a glimpse of heaven's fest Of sacred beauty and blissful rest Gazing on the Face Most Holy Of Jesus Christ Of Our Hearts Solely Master, Lord, and Ruling King Helping us His Law to keep Until God doth our robes of dust Strip from our souls that free but must Fly 'neath the wings of Angels up To enter in and e'er delight in Heaven's peace and radiant light!

Il existe dans la beauté de cette Œuvre de Vladimir Vavilov, toute la détresse de l’univers devant la mort❣️

J’ai retiré un commentaire maladroit qui manquait à mon goût de délicatesse,……,il y a des façons plus élégantes de ne pas partager🙏

alegría de vivir, alegría de escuchar!!!!

Gracias a usted ❤

Quant à l'aéronef une belle réussite d'images de synthèse....remplacera les hélicoptères à New York pour les happy Fieuws.....😅 Musk copain de Macron...les élites ! Vive la la marine à voile et les lampes à huile...😊

C'est d'un grand réalisme

من السهل أن ينطق اللسان ويبلبل الغيب ولكن من العظمة حينما ينطق الموسيقار الآلات لتترجم الغيب الخبيئ في الأثير وسبحات الهواء والريح والذي يستنبته آلات الموات فاللحن والفن والنغم والموسيقى تعزفها ملائكة البسائط بتحريك الأثير أما في عالم السجن والحبس بالواسطات ولذلك يرتاح المؤمن لسحب اللحن وشتاء الموسيقى وعواصف الآلات الصافية .... من لبنان الفقير المسكين علي سليمان

Un pur nectar

Wolfgang était son prénom usuel.

Très difficile à dérouiller cette "Mekanik" 😅

Non ci sono commenti da fare solo perfezione divina

Elle est salement rouillée ! Avec WD-40 les grincements sont supprimés 🙏😅

Mellifluous.

Обожаю её 😘😘😘🙀

Benjamin nous a hissé très haut🙏❤️

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singing to the tree because she likes the shade of its leaves. what beautiful pageantry, costumes, orchestra, the voice of an angel....🎉

Wow!!! She is fantastic. Her phrasing and the use of her chest voice is phenomenal. That goes for the tenor as well. Oh my she has a beautiful voice. Bravaaaaa and bravooooo for the tenor. What a beautiful setting. Their acting is also amazing.❤❤❤❤

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1:51 Savršeno🙏👏✨

Cantare non è solo tecnica. È emozione. Brava Cecilia.

Merveilleuse interprétation a la limite de la rupture émotionnelle. Extraordinaire !

Marianna Pizzolato è fantastica, comunque bravissimi tutti.❤

C est excellent, très posé noble et très sensible ;certes c est en plan fixe sf on aurait goûté qq images du clavier ou buffet de près; ms ainsi ,🎉on écoute comme au récital. Sui est en direct Mrrci

J’ai fredonné cette chanson à mes fils en les berçant il y a cinquante ans. Très heureuse de la retrouver et merci à vous de la partager ! Salutations de Québec !

Muchas gracias. Preciosa música.

Lirycs : Ombra mai fú di vegetabile Cara ed amabile, soave piú Ombra mai fú di vegetabile Cara ed amabile, soave piú Cara ed amabile Ombra mai fú di vegetabile Cara ed amabile,soave piú,soave piú

Treebeard getting a woody. 🌲

Extraordinaria.....

Cecilia todo,en su amplio repertorio, lo hace bien, muy bien, genial en todo lo que la he escuchado. En esta interpretación un poco tenebrosa, consecuente con las sombras y el atardecer ❤❤❤

This is just WRONG on so many levels: 1 - The key! This aria should be sung in G! Handel did NOT write this in E! E is just WRONG! In fact, even F doesn't sound right, despite the fact that it is scored that way in Xerxes. I know you tone-deaf Bartoli fans will disagree vehemently but I'm telling you: All the great versions of this are in G! Go and listen to Franco Corelli's or Klaus Wunderlich's version or if you want to compare female to female go and listen to Kathleen Battle's version: kzfaq.info/get/bejne/a9hyeMag0NzXdmQ.html. G is the key. If you can't sing it in G don't sing it! 2 - The tree in question is supposed to be a plane tree in the Persian palace, NOT a dark Italian pine forest! This setting is COMPLETELY WRONG people! 3 - Cécilia Bartoli is the unquestioned mistress of vocal technique, YES, but this is at the expense of EVERYTHING ELSE! She has the ugliest voice of all the leading female singers in the world! A voice like a battleaxe: fast and accurate and made to kill. There is no soul, no beauty, no femininity to be found there. She belongs in the role of a virago. If you want to hear beauty go listen ANY other singer: Kathleen Battle, Renee Fleming, even Janet Baker. They might not have quite the technique of Ceclia Bartoli BUT they are a lot nicer to listen to! You Bartoli devotees wouldn't understand this but: Music is not ultimately about technique! It's about feeling and expression! Technique is important but not at the expense of everything else. You tifosi are simply deluded. Just look at the ridiculous over-the-top comments here... "this woman's voice is not of this world.", "She was born to sing this.", "This is how I hope Heaven is." etc, etc. Wake up sheeple! This is a poor version of a fantastic piece. Go listen to Battle's version or Corelli's and then come back and tell me that I was right after all. kzfaq.info/get/bejne/fNekpJhz0s24eJc.html

uno dei finali più strepitosi che ci siano

incomparable, siempre

masterpiece. things i even never heard before, and i sang it so many times (choir)

Genial, Händel

Waar kan ik de volledige tekst vinden?

Twin poems, for Dies Irae is upon us! "It", is the truth in Exponential Disarray. "Truth" What is truth? Is It God, Love, Rape, personal identity, miracle birth, ancestral condition, hurts your reality, worth, who's paternity, place of origination, faith, a cradle of civilization, fate, a spiritual connection? Self evidence and science. It all leads to oneness.The path is for balance among us, with sprits to guide us towards justice. Mother nurture, father provider, brother protect her, and sister care further down river. Seeking, forgiving, timing, coming, living, loving, laughing, healing, helping, not forgetting, giving, breathing, growing and letting be the seeds we are sowing. Lying frozen in the snow, the ice will melt and It will show, the reason is not to know, before our time to go, make peace, let water flow, the season is for love to grow. True or false, multiple choice, pick your poison, I don't lie, is the first untruth for blaming. Honestly mistaking, the love they have been raping. Only One place to find It, open your heart, the truth's inside. By Eddie Campagnola Exponential Disarray (Dies Irae) About the science, male neocortex inside us, won't be rejected. And, the oneness, separated by a bruised bone that hides It. Within spirit to guide us, the church took It outside us, It grows in a state of untidiness. Mans brain plows a field, raise animals like ranchers, to be killed, protect everything, but failed to be magnanimous. A chance medley of confusion, won't let me in the sound, Rape, chaos, and disorder, indiscipline is all around, even Girl Scouts got U2's "Boots" on the ground. Disunity, and destruction on every street corner. The scorned are outspoken, for the rib that was taken, the only words spoken. Books, internet propaganda, all women, in media, writing vanity, a failure, well published, for only their agenda. Narcissistic fortunate memoirs, of drunken nights on campuses, not even remembered. While I weep for Oh my brothers, the victims of violence on the street, got raped, by Boy Scouts who went undetected. With poison lines they are hooked up with, and facilitated. The service provided by Nanny's who dictate IT. They used them, and now lead them to genocide IT. Verdi conducts, and the opera in his head plays, the voices of the dead. Singing are the inner self souls of spirits past, now heard. The trumpets blow. A final day of reconning, what they have known. Is here at last, and plainly shown, for all to see. Self evident prophecy, not that of deity, but that of humanity. To be, or not to be, for all who can see, are coming for all who have been, from years here before. To find judgement for all, and never to be seen for ever more, nor ever to be reborn. Motivating force for all humanity, exponential disarray is leading to your final play. The day of wrath and doom impending, not fear mongering, It's real and It's happening. Spinning down a toilet, at the darkest hour of humanity, death has no measurement, one last breath, for all who hear the calling. Our Earth, drifting away, falling. In madness, we reach for One more who is magnanimous, for a last chance to find forgiveness, for Dies Irae is upon us, and oneness is the only way to find peace and justice. By Eddie Campagnola pen name One Homeless Author of Directions to Mercy Street 2022 & Edward Campagnola Directions to the Dumpster 2019

Muchas gracias

Einfach himmlisch❤

Germani (not Germans) sing Verdi....and it got a miraculous and mirabilis new Verdi Requiem for all time. ❤

Ее пиано волшебно, перехватывает дыхание