Hi, this is a translation of a story that I create for the italian fandom, I hope that you will like it!
The composer.
A little "do", tiny, like a seed.
That musical note was sounded powerful in the large living room, arousing the audience from a sincere mind-numbing.
They had already heard extraordinary compositions and daring composers .
But him, he fed the curiosity of those present.
Even of Italy, who was timidly hidden behind a curtain.
As if with that "do", so simple after all, he would have like to donate a new wonder .
Catching everything and everyone with his crystalline voice .
That genius just unveiled, running his fingers skillfully, revealed in our minds a world no longer barren .
Without political unions, without unnecessary quarrels with Prussia, only the music danced with him.
How did he create such a spell, even I could not comprehend .
What kind of soul could make some simple notes , so sublime .
A fresh source.
A mountain breeze.
A gloomy rainy day.
Really indefinable .
And that tiny little seed grew, step by step , from note to note .
The pure talent was in those hands, in the mind, in that heart .
Stunning.
No one dared to breathe, not to break the enchantment .
Then IT ended.
Suddenly, in a single stroke, slipping away like mist.
And I felt lost.
That's right, lost, as if a part of me had been left in the melodic world and trapped at the end.
Yet, strangely, I was happy , for the first time it felt really good .
So with my heart in my hand I thanked him, because getting lost, I found a bit ' of peace .
The composer stood up, bowed slightly, and finally the entire court, under everyone's eyes, ran to embrace the ' Empress.
An unexpected gesture, which rose a slight buzz among those present
Maria Teresa, pleasantly surprised, replied affectionately the embrace .
She was a mother, albeit Archduchess Empress.
And in the end despite being a composer, Mozart was just a baby .
Author's note:
Hi, guys!
What do you think about this idea?
The principal character of our tale is Austria with his first meeting with Mozart.
Now I have to tell you somethig, when I was in Vienna, our touristic guide told us a legend, she said that at his firt concert in front of the Empress and her court, at the end Mozart hugged Maria Teresa, as she was his mom, I don't know if it is true or not, maybe no, but I'd like to think that it is.
So in this story I want to talk about the people who made great their countries, some tales about every nation are in the italian fandom yet.
Well, I hope you will like it.
Kisses,
Sachi93.
P.S.
( . ?sid=1813289&i=1) This is the link of the original story in italian.