"When this world I implore you to stifle open my body I not buried alive "
Before October 17, 1849, with this syntax uneven writing in French, Chopin takes leave from the world.
Published in Italy, the collection of letters of one of the greatest musical geniuses expressed by the romance.
The title will or combination, more reminiscent of a hagiography than anything else.
But anyhow, flowing letters written by Frederic a very human family and friends, rather than a saint, we find a man as deeply ironic melancholy and pessimistic.
Overwhelmed and engaged by life, disappointed at having to give music lessons for a living, retiring and disregard for his first concerts, a lover of the simple life, negatagli later from the disease, this is the man who emerges from it.
Chopin man then, with his fears, his passions and loves.
The life of a genius expressed itself in easiest way: In talking with her friends.
Chopin was born February 22, 1810 in Zelazowa Wola and died in Paris in 1849, is now buried at the Pere Lachaise cemetery.
His heart to respect his last wish, expressed in the letter terminating the volume (and with which you opened the article), is walled up in the Warsaw Cathedral
Life of Chopin-through letters
Edizioni Lindau
pp.296
€ 23
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