I am not a big fan of opera. But I liked Pavarotti - I liked to SEE him singing. Not because he was such an immense talent and great opera singer. But because he was the Big Wise Sad Clown, so human and warm. On his face, while singing, you could read the tragedy of human condition: torn apart between here and beyond, between Earth and promised Heaven, between Laugh and Cry... Tender sadness, (auto)ironic humbleness and that huge smile... He was one of the most beautiful and expressive fat guys. He was as large as life...Somebody once said that art and beauty have, fundamentally, something very sad... Because hope has something fundamentally very sad.
Or, as William Saroyan once wrote: "One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater"
"One Day in the Afternoon of the World" (1946)
Rest in peace, Signore.
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