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The first snowfall that laid on Vienna on 2003 was a complete surprise, at two in the morning on a day that had not been particularly cold. I was walking at that hour, like other nights, wandering around the halls of my house, looking for my slippers, listening to the radio that reached me through the Telekabel service and wasting my time in doing nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

The horizon that could be seen from my balcony was a misty, stony extension that I spent my time observing whenever I went to have a coffee and let my ideas fall down the banisters, always holding them with wire so that they do not smash against the ground if the day was dense.<\/span><\/p>\n

Late at night, a silent snowfall began and changed the city in just a few minutes. I dressed up quickly and rushed for a walk through what looked like an abandoned place, without cars, people, cyclists, just a solid absence that left me as the sole author of the map that carried my footsteps on that fantastic canvas.<\/span><\/p>\n

The encounters in life have much to do with the silent storms. In the beginning is easy to distinguish the first footsteps, trace the route of glances, and display a conversation map and visits that enable us to be crystalline historians of those fragments of time. It is then when events are superimposed, as in a laundry basket with socks that never end to mate, even if they are pursued by one another. And this is the way my encounters with Mahler have elapsed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I know there is one afternoon, sitting far back in time, where I was an inexperienced student, I opened one of his scores trying to keep up with the music playing on a record and getting lost as in a star chart of another universe, with notes that I escaped, timbales that did not appear, so evanescent tempo changes that made me go from one side to another as if I had had my mobile phone hidden under the sofa.<\/span><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section admin_label=”section” fullwidth=”off” specialty=”off” background_image=”http:\/\/alfredogarcia.com\/english\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2015\/02\/minimalistic-gray_003422191.jpg” transparent_background=”off” allow_player_pause=”off” inner_shadow=”off” parallax=”on” parallax_method=”off” padding_mobile=”off” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” make_equal=”off” use_custom_gutter=”off”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”dark” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

GUSTAV MAHLER<\/p>\n

Lieder eines Fahrenden Gesellen<\/strong><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label=”row” make_fullwidth=”on” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” use_custom_gutter=”on” padding_mobile=”off” allow_player_pause=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” make_equal=”off” gutter_width=”1″][et_pb_column type=”1_4″][et_pb_video admin_label=”Video Mahler 1″ src=”https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-F65nUQyVT8″ image_src=”\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/-F65nUQyVT8\/hqdefault.jpg”] [\/et_pb_video][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”dark” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

\u00a01- Wenn mein Schatz Hochzeit macht<\/b><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_4″][et_pb_video admin_label=”Video Mahler 2″ src=”https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=tczRQ0zpdpU” image_src=”\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/tczRQ0zpdpU\/hqdefault.jpg”] [\/et_pb_video][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”dark” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

\u00a02-\u00a0Ging heut Morgen \u00fcbers Feld<\/b><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_4″][et_pb_video admin_label=”Video Mahler 1″ src=”https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ihLFps0goOE” image_src=”\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/ihLFps0goOE\/hqdefault.jpg”] [\/et_pb_video][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”dark” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

3- Ich hab’ein gl\u00fchend Messer<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_4″][et_pb_video admin_label=”Video Mahler 2″ src=”https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Q-jtcXs4hTo” image_src=”\/\/i.ytimg.com\/vi\/Q-jtcXs4hTo\/hqdefault.jpg”] [\/et_pb_video][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”dark” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

4- Die zwei blauen Augen von meinem Schatz<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section admin_label=”section” fullwidth=”off” specialty=”off”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

However, there were many more encounters, which, at the time, I did not give too much importance to. I saw him from afar in the film “Death in Venice” resting my legs over the front seat of the cinema and while Mahler melted on the adagio of his Fifth symphony. \u00a0I met him in the subway with one of those devices that are placed into the ears, listening to his music mixed with the roar of the wagons and the anonymous rush \u00a0of people, and above all, I saw him shine in the face of one of the professors at the Hochschule in Vienna the night he invited us for dinner and we were greeted at home with the television on while Thomas Hampson sang the “Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen”. The face of this woman would have been a good model for painters who sought for religious joy that the appearance of the archangels dropped on the announced.<\/span><\/p>\n

There were more times when we met. The last one was listening to the voice of a radio commentator who read the letters to Alma Mahler, while I was driving at night. His voice had an intimate tone, as a bonfire, it crumbled the small daily miseries that a couple lives, like any other, searching for something that looked like a botanical garden. The last letter shows his death and although it tells that his last words were to name Mozart, I would imagine him calling his mother, or immersed in a fog without words, or muttering for a friend, a toy or a girlfriend.<\/span><\/p>\n

The last time we met was when I sang his “Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen” and I was wondering around my living room when studying it, without getting tired of saying nothing, to see if I finished saying everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

Occupy the place where you are supposed to start singing, witness how the welcome applauses fade out like a candle, observe how the arms of the director elevate as a cloud and the flight musicians start before throwing themselves to the storm, tastes like a heavy snowfall in the city of Vienna in one night in 2003. The rest are just footprints.<\/span><\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row admin_label=”Row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Texto” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”center” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]\n

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The concert<\/h3>\n

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The first snowfall that laid on Vienna on 2003 was a complete surprise, at two in the morning on a day that had not been particularly cold. I was walking at that hour, like other nights, wandering around the halls of my house, looking for my slippers, listening to the radio that reached me through the Telekabel service and wasting my time in doing nothing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2677,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"

La primera nevada que cay\u00f3 sobre Viena en el a\u00f1o 2003 lo hizo por sorpresa a las 2 de la madrugada en un d\u00eda que no hab\u00eda sido especialmente fr\u00edo. Yo andaba a esas horas, como otras noches, deambulando por los pasillos de mi casa, buscando mis zapatillas, escuchando la radio que me llegaba a trav\u00e9s del servicio de Telekabel y dedic\u00e1ndome a tirar el tiempo en no hacer nada.<\/p>

El horizonte que se dejaba ver desde mi terraza era una extensi\u00f3n brumosa y p\u00e9trea que me dedicaba a vigilar en los momentos en que sal\u00eda tomarme un cortado y pon\u00eda mis ideas a caer por la barandilla, siempre sujet\u00e1ndolas con hilo para que no se estampasen contra el suelo si el d\u00eda tocaba espeso.<\/p>

A esa hora cerrada de la noche comenz\u00f3 una silenciosa nevada que cambi\u00f3 en unos minutos la ciudad. Me vest\u00ed r\u00e1pidamente y me lanc\u00e9 a un paseo en lo que parec\u00eda un lugar abandonado, sin coches, personas, ciclistas, tan solo una ausencia solida que me dejaba como autor \u00fanico del mapa que realizaban mis pisadas sobre aquel lienzo fant\u00e1stico.<\/p>

Los encuentros en la vida tienen mucho que ver con las tormentas silenciosas, en su comienzo es f\u00e1cil distinguir las primeras pisadas, trazar el itinerario de las miradas, desplegar un mapa de conversaciones y visitas que nos permite ser \u00a0cristalinos historiadores de esos fragmentos del tiempo. Es despu\u00e9s cuando los acontecimientos se van superponiendo, como en un cesto de ropa con calcetines que nunca terminan de emparejarse, por m\u00e1s que se persigan. Y esta es la manera en que han transcurrido mis encuentros con Mahler.<\/p>

I - \"Wenn mein Schatz Hochzeit macht\"\u00a0(\"Cuando mi amada tenga su d\u00eda de bodas\")<\/h3>

[youtube=http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-F65nUQyVT8]<\/p>

S\u00e9 que hay una tarde, sentada muy atr\u00e1s en el tiempo, en la que siendo estudiante primerizo, abr\u00ed una de sus partituras intentando seguir la m\u00fasica que sonaba en un disco y perdi\u00e9ndome como en una carta celeste de otro universo, con notas que se me escapaban, timbales que no aparec\u00edan, cambios de tempo tan evanescentes que me hac\u00edan ir de un lado a otro como si me hubiesen escondido el tel\u00e9fono m\u00f3vil debajo del sof\u00e1.<\/p>

Pero hubo muchos m\u00e1s encuentros, a los que en su momento no di demasiada importancia. Lo vi de lejos en la pel\u00edcula \"Muerte en Venecia\" apoyando mis piernas sobre el asiento delantero del cine y mientras Mahler se deshac\u00eda subido en el adagio de su 5\u00aa sinfon\u00eda, me lo encontr\u00e9 en el metro cuando con uno de esos aparatos que se ponen en las orejas, escuchaba su m\u00fasica mezclada con el rugido de los vagones y la prisa an\u00f3nima de la gente, y sobre todo, lo vi resplandecer en el rostro de una de las profesoras de la Hochschule de Viena la noche en que nos invit\u00f3 a cenar y nos recibi\u00f3 en su casa con el televisor encendido mientras Thomas Hampson cantaba los \"Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen\". \u00a0El rostro de esta mujer\u00a0hubiera sido un buen modelo para los pintores que buscaban el gozo religioso que la aparici\u00f3n de los arc\u00e1ngeles dejaban caer sobre los anunciados.<\/p>

Hubo m\u00e1s ocasiones en que nos cruzamos, la \u00faltima fue escuchando la voz de una locutora que en la radio le\u00eda las cartas de Alma Mahler, mientras yo conduc\u00eda de noche. Su voz cercana, como de hoguera, iba desmenuzando las peque\u00f1as miserias cotidianas que viv\u00eda una pareja, que era como cualquier otra, en su b\u00fasqueda de algo que se pareciese a un jard\u00edn bot\u00e1nico. La \u00faltima de las cartas habla de su muerte y aunque cuenta que su \u00faltima palabra fue para nombrar a Mozart, yo le imagino llamando a su madre, o sumergido en una niebla sin palabras, o murmurando por un amigo, un juguete o una novia.<\/p>

La \u00faltima vez que nos vimos fue cuando cant\u00e9 \u00a0sus \"Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen\" y rondaba el sal\u00f3n de mi casa cuando los estudiaba, sin cansarse de no decir nada, a ver si yo terminaba de decirlo todo.<\/p>

Ocupar el lugar en donde \u00a0se ha de comenzar a cantar, presenciar como los aplausos de bienvenida se apagan como una vela, contemplar \u00a0los brazos del director alz\u00e1ndose en una nube y el vuelo que levantan los m\u00fasicos antes de arrojarse a la tormenta, \u00a0sabe a lo mismo que una intensa nevada en la ciudad de Viena en una noche del a\u00f1o 2003. El resto son pisadas.<\/p>

\"Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen\" de G. Mahler <\/a>. 1 de junio de 2010. Auditorio de Zaragoza.<\/p>

II -\"Ging heut Morgen \u00fcbers Feld\" (\"Fui esta ma\u00f1ana al campo\")<\/h3>

[youtube=http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=tczRQ0zpdpU]<\/p>

III - \"Ich hab'ein gl\u00fchend Messer\" (\"Tengo un brillante cuchillo\")<\/h3>

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IV - \"Die zwei blauen Augen von meinem Schatz\" (\"Los dos ojos azules de mi amada\")<\/h3>

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