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I am happily retired. As a career I found myself in the business end of education. Spent most of my working life researching, developing and implementing a broad spectrum of local, state and national education programs. Other than some travel, my focus now is Il Volo and the Flight Crew. How lucky am I to have found such joy? I'm having the time of my life! Oh, and I'll be a vegetarian when bacon grows on trees.

‘Twas The Night…

Well…Here it is again folks (Thanks for asking Jana).  

Buon Natale Everyone!

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I have a need to post this poem I adapted (mangled) in 2013.  It’s my favorite for obvious reasons.   Yes…I plan to post it every year.  So, for the fourth fifth time…

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 ‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa,
not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)

When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties)
but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)

I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too,
up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!

They were dressed all in Armani, from their head to their foot,
but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.

A bundle of love they had in their pack,
and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!)
Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)

Gian said not a word but went straight to his work
and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!

He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows
and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle,
and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”

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Just being grateful ~ Marie

How can mere music make me this happy?

Why do three young faces cause my heart to flutter so?

Why am I so fortunate to live the remainder of my life knowing that every day those two things will bring me such joy?

What a glorious first thought when my eyes open in the morning.

God, I don’t know what I have ever done to deserve this gift, but thank you so much!

~Marie

Do You Know?

Ciao all!!  I am so sorry you are not seeing the Mexico posts today!  However, Gin and I literally had to go tonight to check on a sick friend and I did not get home until 11p.  Oh, early for me, you say?  True, but I had a few other pressing emails I also had to return.  So, enjoy this lovely little poem from Marie!  🙂

Buonanotte tutte!!   jmv  (y estoy muy, muy cansado!)


 

Do you know?

Gianluca, do you know that when I’m sitting in absolute silence I hear your voice?

Piero, do you know that even in the middle of a conversation you are suddenly singing opera in my head and it interrupts my train of thought?

Ignazio, do you know that I can feel your song finding its way gently, yet swiftly from my ears to my heart?

Do you know that I can almost taste the words “Il Volo” ?

Oh, my three angels of soul, do you know that these things happen not only to me?

~Marie

Notte Magica – The Movie

 

I saw the Boys nearly 10 ft tall.
Braced myself…wasn’t scared at all.

You think Gian’s eyes are a mesmerizing green?
Just wait til you see them on the big screen!

They were large and dreamy like shiny jewels.
I wanted to dive into those lovely big pools.

They sang and they sang mouths 5 ft wide.
My greatest desire was to crawl inside.

My sister and her daughter came along.
They clapped and bravo-ed thru each song.

Ignazio’s chest so large and sublime.
My breathing stopped about that time.

His mustache was huge and what do you suppose?
I could see the freckle on the end of his nose.

His dimples well.. I could hardly look.
Were as deep as the ocean, my whole body shook!

Piero’s face so sweet and serene.
I wanted to hug that big flat screen.

Enormous were the size of the glasses
covering the eyes of a man loved by masses.

I knew the music, I’d seen it live on stage.
Now, my Il Volo book has another page.

The surround sound certainly did what it could.
Not the same as live, but still very good.

A movie critic I may not be,
But this is one you all should see!

I promise you I’ve told no lies.
I’d love those guys just any size!

~Marie

Fridays Flashback in English

Here, for your pleasure and better understanding, are a few Il Volo songs with English lyrics.

This is my all time favorite Il Volo number:


My newest Fav:


One of “the worlds” favorites:


The “greatest love” song for many of us:


I really wanted to give you Nessun Dorma, but couldn’t find an Il Volo English translation.  However, here it is by a man our Boys regret they never met.  Luciano Pavarotti died in 2007.  Our Guys would have been 11 or 12 then.  Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio wouldn’t have heard of each other back then either and never would have thought of the words Il and Volo connected to them. They couldn’t possibly have dreamed of the fame they someday would achieve:

He would have loved our Guys.

English lyrics, all but one, beautifully sung in Italian by three stupendously talented young men.  We are so lucky to know them.
~Marie