Circa due mille cento novanta sette chilometri fra Bucares

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I knew better than to attempt a second take on this one, and not just because the rehearsal laps I'd done up to that point with a better roll on the "r" in "universo" and a less earnestly poor low note on "cor" - that's "universe" and "heart" for the folks tunin' in wherever home is - were already sufficient to render some Dad in an Oiler's cap insecure enough to make sure he blew past me with a few flashy crossovers to unburden himself of in front of his wife whose enthusiasm fir a ride on the ascensore on which the sun never sets didn't escape my notice either. To put it unsimply, the quo tendas on which this mystic's eyes are firmly set was given a more apt anagogic expression by his perfect failure to nail an improvised adaptation of an aria written to be sung an octave above what he's discovered to be his comfortable fach since the summer of 2018 when Willy let go of the tension he'd been trained to hold in his throat in imitation of the insecure monkey in the closet who bullied him in his boyhood, and realized he's a Lefty when he handles a puck, and a little bit Miss Frizzle when he cuts a sharp line to boot!

45: Gathering Together

9 at 5: Se quando si raccoglie si ha posizione
Ciò non porta nessuna macchia.
Se alcuni non sono ancora sinceramente all'opera
C'è bisogno di sublime e durevole perseveranza,
E il rimorso scompare.

And so it came to pass that I found myself unlocking my front door to the accompaniment of Dimitri Hvorostovsky singing Rimski-Korsakov, if we are to believe Ben Heppner when he introduced the "Siberian tiger" on his Backstage episode on nicknames which furnished the "great bear" as the handle o' the fella featured earlier in the day, and shedding a solitary salty drop shortly thereafter while preppin' a pair o' sweet potatoes fir the oven when the American-born Swede affectionately dubbed "Flicka" - that's "Criatura" and a tombola puck with a two on it fir the folks back in the ancestral homeland Antonius Block and I don't share -, after one of her father's ponies, who you would no doubt recognize as Cenerentola in the Ponnelle production indelibly imprinted upon my heart last winter was introduced with an anecdote concluding that sometimes the good finish first, after all. Now if only there were some mighty-throated genderqueer master of a dojo who can put my vocal-cords to the stone so I can start nailing my triple salchows…………

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