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Thank you so much! 'Bird' as 'uccello' is a common way of naming the penis in Italy. The story was written in Italian and translated into English with the help of an automatic translator, and then revised (many and many times, believe me!). That particularly stubborn bird escaped all revisions! Thanks again!
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Life After and Finally.
Lenny Bruce commented on Lenny Bruce's story chapter in Life After and Finally.
Thank you all. You made me blush and at my age it might hurt!!! -
Thank you for your kind words. I am really proud to have elicited this response from you. I must confess that I have never visited Villa Rufolo in Ravello, but I am Italian and live close enough to the Amalfi Coast to know it. Wagner is Wagner, although my desert island disc would be Tristan! Thanks again.
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Memoir of Tristan von Aschenbach It wasn't until two years later that we organized the concert in which I would play the Niccodemi Variations in its entirety. It would be the first ever performance of the complete work, and it was an exceptional historical event. Two years, so much time it took, for Ninetto and me, to build our lives so that we would never have to be separated again. That day in June, the very day we had met, we discovered that we loved each other. It was Furio's
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The Story of Tristan von Aschenbach Furio Niccodemi was a caring lover. We spent that night in each other's arms cuddling, exchanging loving words. He loved me and let himself be loved. It was an unforgettable night that I lived in a long dream. And that was certainly a dream, but for me it was also extremely real. Part of the night was spent by Furio telling me his story, and I wept for him and with him. In the morning I awoke to furious banging on the bedroom door. It was m
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Furio Niccodemi's Story It happened in June 1870. By the end of May we were back from Paris where I had performed my last triumphant concert. In Europe the political situation was becoming more complicated. Everyone was now certain that Prussia would attack France. My father and I returned by ship from Marseilles to Naples. After a short stay in our palace on Via Toledo, we moved to Ravello at the Villa. It was here that I saw Ninetto for the first time. Ninetto was the son of the
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The Talented Tristan von Aschenbach
Lenny Bruce commented on Lenny Bruce's story chapter in The Talented Tristan von Aschenbach
Wait... don't be rushed. Everything will have its incredible answer!!! -
In front of me, outside the window, the crescent moon dimly illuminated the terrace and the sea was little moved by the breeze. The sky glittered with stars and the scent of the garden invaded the house. It seemed to me that all those gifts from God should be honored with a worthy offering. I had only my talent of which I was proud. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by a surge of romance, perhaps a bit adolescent, that was quite foreign to me. I had never been a child, or
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Tristan von Aschenbach continues to tell his story
Lenny Bruce posted new chapter in The Niccodemi Variations
Villa Ginestra's large and historic grand piano, restored and newly tuned to welcome my reverent hands, was there, in front of the window open to the Gulf of Salerno. It was not my personal piano. It would have taken too much money according to my mother to get it from Paris where I had given my last concert, before the panic attacks became unbearable. In my condition I could not play in public, and if I could not play in public, I was not earning enough to afford our usual luxuries. Carrying a -
An unfinished and cursed piano composition travels through three centuries, mysteriously intertwining the lives of two great artists. One was the brilliant composer of the work, the other became its celebrated performer. The story starts with the fortunate discovery of a manuscript in the over-cover of the original score. From the mid-19th century it concludes at the dawn of the third millennium.
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First the news, then Tristan von Aschenbach's Memoir begins.
Lenny Bruce posted new chapter in The Niccodemi Variations
Washington Globe article (1) dated September 01, 2002 Sensational discovery at the Smithsonian. The world-famous and celebrated Niccodemi Variations are back in the news and not just musically! The most famous piano composition ever is back in the spotlight of the musical world and the news with sensational revelations. A hidden text has been found in the overcover of the original score. The controversial truth about the origins and structure of the greatest piano work -
Chapter 9 - Life Is a Journey
Lenny Bruce commented on Lenny Bruce's story chapter in Chapter 9 - Life Is a Journey
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Epilogue So far, this story has been sad. I wrote it to remember him and how happy I was. I didn't destroy the bougainvillea, the jasmine, or the honeysuckle, but with each flowering I collected the scented branches and placed them on the keyboard of his piano. Nature, the seasons, were there to remind me that in spite of everything life went on. I never found the courage to break my last oath. I realized to kill myself would take more courage than I had. I already had som
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As a boy, the Law of Universal Gravitation had fascinated me and most of all, what inspired my imagination was the certainty there could be no exceptions, imperfections, or grains of sand that could challenge it and ruin the mechanism. In my own universe, imperfection had been created, the device was frozen, as if time had stopped. My life, reduced to ordinary sensory perception, now recording the succession of day and night, forcing me to be occupied with only the indispensable actions nec
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The next morning I talked on the phone with Paoletto. He had already spoken to his grandmother. He told me Grandma Luigia was unhappy and worried. "She came into my room to wake me up, but instead of opening the window and giving me a kiss, then leaving as she always has done for as long as I can remember. Today she came in and sat on the bed looking at me and bursting into tears. What do you think about that? Grandma Luigia crying? I hugged her. I wanted to console her. I tried to apologiz
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After the camp I tried disappearing again, but my escape lasted exactly thirty minutes. The day after our return, at half past seven, Paoletto was in front of the gate and sounded the bell. That evening we were supposed to meet at seven o'clock in the Section to unpack. Open the backpacks and boxes. Lay the tents out to dry them. Store the tools. The boys were anxious to get together to talk about the camp, but I didn't have to be there. My involvement had definitely ended when the camp fini
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Thank you too for such a flattering comparison. The setting of the prostitution scenes is definitely the same, though obviously the context is completely different. Thank you!
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Thank you so much for the comparison to the Bard. I swear I never thought of that, partly because my knowledge of Shakespeare is limited and doesn't allow me to make bold comparisons! Thank you!
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At the camp, my role was somewhat similar to that of a Quartermaster. A task and word that makes you think of the army and soldiers, but which is equally applicable to a Scout camp. As Marco had explained, I needed to organize the support for about thirty people, supplying them with what they needed. It was not complicated, although it was very tiring, but it was exactly what I was looking for. I could handle everything using a small part of my brain which left plenty of scope for more or le
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Thank you! Go ahead and read, I think you'll enjoy it!
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We got off at the Amsterdam train station at seven o'clock on a July morning. It was very cold, but I was happy to be where I was. No, never happy, but at least content. Because this was my first trip without anyone deciding for me. I had often been abroad, but this time it was different. I was not happy. That was never how I was. There must have been six or seven of us, and then there were only three. With me there were Valerio and a boy in his twenties we met during the trip. We didn't
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My father discovered he was ill with cancer one morning while shaving. He felt a swelling on his throat under his fingers. He didn't have to wait for his colleagues to confirm it before he knew what it was. Even before he heard a friend report that they had to do tests to make sure it was a tumor, he was convinced of his own illness. Needless to say, he was right. It all happened on a spring day. On my way home from school, I discovered that my mother was not there. I was convin
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Paoletto entered my life at the moment Marco left. Marco had reached the age when you leave the Scouts’ Troop to become a Rover, Paoletto was of the age that allowed him to enter the Troop, leaving the Cubs. The two events coincided, something which left me little time to evolve from being the disciple to taking on the role of mentor. It just happened and was both fascinating and also appalling. Each year, in early autumn, when the activities of the Scout Group resumed, a special cer
