It's actually the last act I can't get enough of.
Scene between Violetta, Annina and physician. Violetta reads the letter of Germont. Addio del passato -- "Farewell! past days of joy"
Such poinancy. Such simplicity of emotion. I want to hear it over and over.
Scene and duet, Violetta, Alfredo: Oh mia Violetta, oh joy -- "Oh, my Violetta, oh joy" and Parigi, o cara, noi lasceremo -- "Paris, oh dear one, we will leave"
They both tear my heart. He talks of the future when there is no future. They are both so magically transparent and beautiful.
Aria, Violetta: Gran Dio! non posso -- "Great God, I cannot"
The staging is incongruous, the energy this dying woman exhibits, all are absurd, but I adore it nonetheless.
Finale, Germont, Violetta, Alfredo, with Violetta's death. "O gioia." I should be so lucky that these should be my dying words.
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