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Ah! fluency

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If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?

I  would like to wake up and be fluent in the languages I speak. I can understand at least five languages without problems but I’m not fluent in all of them because of lack of practice. Ah! Fluency. What a difficult goal.

Just to answer the prompt: A language I currently don’t speak? I would probably choose German and use it to enjoy vocal classic music. Operas, operettas, oratorios and lieder. I love them. And I hate to depend on the translation. It distracts me from the music. I would like to experience the feeling that is hidden in understanding the meaning of the words along with the music. Bach, Mozart, Haydn, Beethoven, Schumann, Schubert, Brahms, Strauss…

I can follow Italian opera, English music, Spanish music, French music, But I cannot follow German music the same way because of the language.

Because I live in Pamplona, Navarre, close to the Basque land, as a second choice I would choose the basque language as a cultural interest. It’s a strange language, of an unknown origin, spoken by a minority in my community. I tried to learn it years ago without success, because those years I decided to focus in my English and I quitted. I remember that the time I spent learning basque was very interesting. My goal was to understand and be understood. Now I only remember some basic sentences.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll try again. I like to learn languages. It’s like discovering new worlds. But right now I guess it would be better to revisit my old known languages to improve my skills before trying new ones.

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A private concert

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220px-Vladimir_SpivakovDescribe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.

Vladimir Spivakov was in town with his Moscow Virtuosi chamber orchestra. I had to interview him for my newspaper. I was waiting for him to finish the concert behind the scene, listening the last piece from that privileged place, peering through the curtains to see the artists performing.

The concert was a big success with the audience in standing ovation asking for more. He was going in and out the scene. The Virtuosi performed two more pieces. Spivakov was exhausted, but always smiling.

At the end he decided to play a violin solo by Schubert. But when he began, he turned a little and looked at us, the theater workers and me, and played for us! The music flowed like magic: powerful and at the same time delicate, beautiful. It was like a private concert for the few of us by a master like him. When he finished he smiled at us in complicity before turning to receive another standing ovation from the audience. I knew it wasn’t because of me but because of the theater workers, but I was there and I was moved to tears.

PS: This wasn’t the last time I was moved to tears by something beautiful there were a lot more after.

Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears.