Maida

I almost remarked to someone "this is Maida isn't it, that is a properly knicker-throwing voice." Then I considered Forties knickers. But you know what I meant.


It has a warmth and richness of tone, and an emotional directness (for me at least), that reminds me of Domingo's pianissimo - and other kinds of things that blew me away to lonely places when I was sixteen. Although in some ways less lonely than the places I actually was.

I love the strong melody of this one, the arrangement, and the simplicity of the sentiment. About the embedded video above, note that this song is not, of course, on that CD. I don't know where you can get a legal transfer of this song, but I think it is possible - try Bernhard. Maybe my DJ friends will comment.

Volvió 
el invierno con su blanco ajuar, 
ya la escarcha comenzó a brillar 
en mi vida sin amor -

Profundo padecer 
que me hace comprender 
que hallarse solo 
es un horror -

Y al ver 
cómo soplan en mi corazón, 
vientos fríos de desolación
quiero llorar -

Porque mi alma lleva 
brumas de un invierno, 
q[ue ]hoy no puedo disipar…