Prisoner of Dallapiccola

There is a man locked in a dungeon who has been tortured for endless days with the excuse that his thoughts are not the same as those who manage the pain. It seems like a case taken out of a newspaper or a report of International Amnesty, yet the story told by Dallapiccola in this opera takes place in Zaragoza at the time of the Inquisition.

The seamy side of getting into an argument like this is knowing that when you close the score and pass on to something else, the guy is going to be somewhere in the world chained to an unbearable fate.

I am an opera singer and this is my first thought in a blog in which I wonder if apart from going out on stage, an artist may try to open a cell, at least once during his time.

I like to think so.