Helene, interpretación maravillosa ... la escuchamos ritualmente todas las noches junto a mi mujer.
@opernfan69137 күн бұрын
Diana danke. Unglaublich gute Darbietung mit engelgleicher Stimme. Für mich die beste Gilda, bravissima . Was für wunderbare Musik komponierte der große Maestro Verdi 😊
@Firefox-yo4tt21 күн бұрын
Music like this piece can’t be described by words it’s just on another level
@petrescucarmen578823 күн бұрын
❤👏👏👏💐
@radiocristianapuertadesalv326528 күн бұрын
0:41 Begins The Messa Da Requiem
@saulonoronha3736Ай бұрын
Interpretação histórica e insuperável!!!
@Classic_music_01Ай бұрын
0:41 - dies irae 2:51 - tuba mirum
@louiepalma2436Ай бұрын
Whenever I need to restore my faith in mankind, the exquisitely sensitive interpretation of this piece always does it. Formidable.
@jurajkuka3949Ай бұрын
❤❤❤
@zerozero0183Ай бұрын
Saw him conduct this at the Edinburgh Festival in the 1960s. Possibly the greatest musical experience of my life. Still have the programme with his autograph on it.
@mariatartini1146Ай бұрын
BREATHTAKING MOMENT!!!
@ytconsolatioАй бұрын
Très bien !
@MaryLouiseUsher-ei9kx2 ай бұрын
1964. Vintage year. Which month and day? I want to know whether this event was before or after my birth.
@MaryLouiseUsher-ei9kx2 ай бұрын
26th April. Before by four months or so. Five months or so in vitro. Don't know whether or not my Mum witnessed this but I was one week overdue or perhaps it was some Pop song or another that deterred me. Dunno, we know why some are premature but what delays child birth? Sorry, got off track a bit but interesting, nonetheless.
@MaryLouiseUsher-ei9kx2 ай бұрын
Oh, turned on too late on The Proms yesterday for the dramatic beginning. Think this is the beginning but fell asleep toward the end too so missed a lot. Wonder how this compares?
@danielazotta2952 ай бұрын
Real Beauty makes you crying.... Thank you with all of my heart... All the musicians and especially Helene to make this beauty touchable. ❤🙏❤️
This profomance is awsome describes my life ups and downs what a peice of music
@tuxorizon3 ай бұрын
Now this is one of the extraordinarily exquisite piece of music I ever listen to. God bless all these performers 😊❤
@AminaAli-pe6yb3 ай бұрын
God where are you
@sihlecasperzulu55023 ай бұрын
Probably the best version of Verdi Dies this 💯😭
@dario97213 ай бұрын
Weltklasse (World-Class)
@Claudio-c9n3 ай бұрын
Brividi brividi brividi…
@leosaris25794 ай бұрын
Tears in my eyes. Biutiful
@Geron1mo14 ай бұрын
The piano itself is not good enough for her interpretation. The piano itself sounds flat and has no depth in sound and no warmth in the middle section too. Such a pity. With the right one it would have been 100 times better!
@leilacartasilva59714 ай бұрын
Horas são figuras delicadas da mitologia grega e não marcação de tempo. L.S.
@NandaFreiresViolinista4 ай бұрын
Obrigada por tudo que vivi ao seu lado em tão curto tempo...essa música representa o meu amor por você...foi tudo muito intenso e verdadeiro da minha parte ...eu não desisti de nós apenas estou respeitando sua decisão de não fazer parte da minha vida ...sigo amando você e oro para que se for da vontade de Deus eu volte a ser sua e você meu. Te amo...obrigada por tudo que me fez sentir enquanto estivemos juntos.
@NandaFreiresViolinista4 ай бұрын
Não tem uma única vez que eu não chore ao ouvi-la
@davidparker65744 ай бұрын
Curiously, the clarity of sound comes over better to me than the 'peak' distorted 'classic' recording that EMI issued. Very fine film direction. Thanks for posting.
@halitmolla85854 ай бұрын
Zërat e parajsës
@simonkawasaki42295 ай бұрын
Wonderful!!!
@sergiorodrigocolligongora5 ай бұрын
Exactly 60 years ago today
@onedirections11725 ай бұрын
Twin poems for "It"! "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 Edward Campagnola
@anponsen55545 ай бұрын
Out of this world
@correspondancesfictives5 ай бұрын
c est trop beau ❤❤❤j adore🎉
@익명-m7m8h5 ай бұрын
i had partly heard this piece somewhere 10yrs ago and tried to find what music was. Finally found it again..😂
@makyhsmakyhs67665 ай бұрын
Carlo Maria guilini has a typically roman face of soldier like the one we see in the historical roman busts
@黒執権5 ай бұрын
2:30 8:08
@saelind735 ай бұрын
Quella di Giulini è la mia esecuzione preferita in assoluto.
@jmcmurrah6 ай бұрын
He was always known in our family as “the great Giulini.”
@nmakovic6 ай бұрын
Я тоже любил Татьяну, поэтому очарован этой прекрасной армией. Михаил - отличный басист, мне нравится его слушать. Михаил - гордость россиян. Хорватский перевод Google
@mariaalmeida1896 ай бұрын
No words. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
@luzamaliazaratetinajero33506 ай бұрын
La más grande maravilla
@goldschmidtcompany4316 ай бұрын
If you go through any recording of this piece going back decades you will see truly the pianist is absolutely one with the music, you can almost see their memories and music in one fine thread
@riccardocenerelli7 ай бұрын
da italiano dico: bella voce ma non si capisce una parola, la dizione in lirica specialmente quella italiana è importantissima come diceva Franco Corelli