Opera - Introduction
The night is early at 1900hrs. The Ferrari and McLaren have pulled up to the side of the street awaiting the red carpet (a sight and a future night sight). Coming out of the door is a bella donna with hair of fire, cheeks and breast of pale, eyes of blue light. While wearing a red dress, with her black purse in her hand, she takes my arm and walks with me (). In the lobby are donne and they are of beauty, well, the bella is the one that has lead me in, everyone else is just a donna della bella. . I hold her hand to my lips and kiss her hand and lean in for a kiss to her cheek. The lights are off and the seats are close. Red is the color of the residence hall. Her crimson smile makes me red. This is the peace I have been waiting for, waiting for a long time. Her wait is mutual to mine. We have waited for one another. We were both pure when we met. Now we are purely for one another. I am the dragon, she Is the dragon. We are the dragons that build our empire. I kiss her lips before we sit. The curtains are about to rise. This introduction to life is like an opera. Well, we are both at the opera, is not a life event. Why not share it with culture and the love of arts? What is culture without art? What is a man or woman with love if not the love to share with one another? I’m the concert master and she is my leading lady. Her name is Vittoria. My VIttoria Venezia Firenze (VVF). My VVF (WF). My wife forever.
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