singing [Theme] Page 4

Every mental agitation, passes into the muscular, and between them are inextricably linked. A child jumps and jumps at the sight of something shiny. Adult begins to gesticulate under the influence of feelings or strong emotion, and what it is stronger, the more irritated the muscular system. Easy pain is a moan, sharp Creek: weak - if the suffering of fleeting, high or low - if it is long, and in the case of unbearable suffering, the sound of voices rises a fifth, an octave or even more. The singing the same emotion manifested as tremor muscular ligaments, why does the so-called tremolo.

The only worthwhile mention of the singer Lanka was the nanny OGG, who was used to songs purely ballistic approach. This is when the target voice at the end of the verse, and then beat out all the guns.

We sing for ourselves alone, we will sing until we die of pleasure...

He sang anything extraordinary: he made the gems out of the mud.

Where was your soul, Carlotta, when you danced at the infamous tavern in Barcelona? Where she was later, in Paris, when you were singing obscene, cynical songs in a dubious music halls? Where was your soul when the masters gathered in the home of one of your lovers, you have removed music from your obedient instrument, great for his ability to sing about sublime love or low debauchery with the same indifferent perfection? Carlotta, if you have once the soul was, and then you lost it, you had the opportunity to acquire it, becoming Juliet, Elvira, Ophelia and Margaret, for others rising from great depths than you, and purified by art.

You sing your soul, my child, and your soul is beautiful.

Human being can sing as you sang that night, unless there was some kind of miracle if it's not involved in some way heaven.

So mentally, mentally: "Under a plane wing about something sings the green sea of a taiga..."

Aria Moscow guest!

- When people sing?
- Sing? When -- when the -- on the demonstrations.
- So, yet.
- Well, I don't know... they sing in the Opera. When you drink - sing.

Well, you sing really well, but to cook you don't know. This is no fish, no fish in aspic, it tastes more like strychnine!
- You said you liked it!
- I lied! I'm lying...

Thanks, but I don't sing.
Is no more difficult than talking. Only louder and a little proteina.

The concert? Girl, I don't sing for many years. Time takes its toll, my voice is not the same as before.

And I'll sing and hope somewhere,
Will never say anything bad ever about me.