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The Young Ladies By The Lake

 

It was on an intense day of summer so many years ago that I found myself walking through a forest on one of my many travels through out the world. It being on a day which I remember as being particularly hot that I found myself wondering somewhere in the central part of Europe, wanting to find a nice spot in the shade where I might play my guitar and practice my singing. A meadow or perhaps a spot by a lake was what seemed ideal at the time.

 

As for myself, I was 20 years of age at the time and still in the days of my life when I was not required to make plans for the future which went beyond the season I happened to find myself in. Apart from this, I can say about myself that I had all the vigor of having barely gone over the score mark in years lived or perhaps wasted. This depending on how one cared to qualify it yet I felt I had seen a lot of the world even at that age and I say this not only referring to how many places my journeys had taken me to but how much I had experienced. This last statement above all being made in reference to my contact with other human beings who had made seeing the many cultures of the world something grand.

 

Looks wise, I would say I was the typical Germany American or what I imagine most would consider as such. It being my hair which was dark blonde along with my eyes which were blue and my face which for the most part was hard to describe apart from its being nice though perhaps not overly. Naturally, this was how I saw myself though I can not in earnest believe to know what other people thought of my looks since rarely did anybody ever mention my looks beyond just a general compliment. 

 

I at the time was only 20 years of age as I have already stated and though rarely did my mind entertain thoughts of the future; I did know what I was going to do with the rest of my life with regards to my profession. I was going to be an opera singer as that in fact was what I was well on my way to becoming. I being a student at the New York School of Music at the time as well as a part time singer with the Metropolitan opera yet that was my regular life. As for the moment, I was just another traveler through Europe which in a way made me feel like Wotan (from Wagner's opera Gotterdammerung) when he took to such ways which made him travel through out the world as an unknown in search of wisdom and perhaps adventure.

 

It was on that particular morning that I chose to leave the hostel I was staying at, carrying nothing but a bag which contained a bottle of white wine along with an acoustic guitar which I often took with me when ever I traveled through out the world. This habit of mine not being motivated by any desire to play my guitar and make money on the streets which I really did not enjoy doing. Of course, in all this I could also mention how this would have infuriated my mother beyond measure if she even heard that I had been doing anything of the sort. My mother being one who often repeated to me that she did not pay all that money to send me to a good music school so I could end up singing on streets or public places for what ever change people were willing to hand out to me as if I were a beggar. Of course she did not mind my playing guitar in a park as long as it was not for money. Her attitude being like if I were my sister, whom she did not mind her having sexual intercourse with as many men as she chose to as long as she did not benefit monetarily from it.

 

I, for my part did not like playing on streets for other reasons. One of them being that I did not like getting requests to play songs which I either did not know or did not like. I also felt it slightly degrading when people wanted to give me small change which perhaps if I had been hungry would have come in handy yet that was not my case as I had an income which was sufficient to live well on.  My main reason however for my almost never playing on the street in front of passers by was that I, for the most part was an opera singer and did not really like singing pop songs but what else could I sing with only a guitar to accompany myself. I however in spite of this did try to sing some opera arias which did not require much in the way of an accompaniment such as Verdi's "La Donna E Mobile" or Mozart's "Non Andrai Farfalone Amoroso". Of course from time to time specially when singing for myself I did enjoy some lighter music such as "O Sole Mio" or "Torna A Sorrento" which were pleasant to sing and did tend to make a favorable impression on many a lady; specially those who did not speak English or German.

 

The time was about noon when after a two hour walk I settled on a nice spot, next to a lake where my fatigue decided for me that this was the place where I should stop so that I might both rest and sing for the birds or perhaps with them. All in order to practice my singing for not only myself but the creatures of nature which happened to be about which more than likely also included squirrels.

 

They day was truly hot yet this did not stop me from enjoying a candy bar as I sat down on the grass. As for the wine, it was not bad and much better than I would have ever expected for the amount of money I paid for it. Charm was all about as I sat there, next to a lake among all the beauty of nature to also include lovely green trees as well as views to equal any painting by even such masters as Renoir or Van Gogh. As for the lake, it did provide me with ideas of going in for a light swim yet given that I had not brought the right sort of clothes; I refrained from this activity yet the heat of the day made the thought a constant one in my mind.

 

A few minutes or so went by after having rested and drunk some of my wine when I decided that I would start to play my guitar and sing with all the joy of the season of summer. There was something so grand about this place that if I had been a poet or composer, I probably would have dedicated so much of my work to it yet as a singer; I wished to sing with all the harmony my voice would allow. I took out my guitar and as soon as I did a sensation came over me to simply cease all thought and with all my desires recreate the sounds of "O Sole Mio".

 

The sensation was one of total freedom as I, on my own in nature started singing this song which is so loved and famous through out the world. The sound of my voice as I played the guitar seeming to me as if it could be heard through out the whole world or at least the forest where I found myself in. The sensation was one of joy on to me as the wine had filled me with just enough pleasant feelings that I could relax yet not too much so that any would say I was inebriated.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

For some reason which I was not even sure of I started my voice off with the song in Spanish "Quiere Me Mucho" which had always been one of my favorites or at least since I heard it interpreted by my idol and role model; Placido Domingo. This song being most romantic and not requiring me to sing such notes as "Nesun Dorma" or even "Donna Non Vide Mai" which would have forced my voice a lot more. This song being one which I could sing simply with melodies to fill the beautiful scenes of calm nature in which I found myself in.

 

Another thing I enjoyed about this particular song was that it was easy to play on the guitar which allowed me to concentrate more on my vocals and sending out the message of love in it. This as I focused on the words "quire me mucho dulce amor mio" which I roughly understood to mean love me a lot my sweat love. It being these words which allowed me to look at any lady who be about at the time and sing it to her with desire even if she not be of my liking but at least it gave me somebody to focus my voice and feelings on. This if only for the few minutes the song lasted.

 

The song felt lovely and my voice like it could go as high or low as I wanted with all the passion which would have made even Domingo himself proud of his devoted follower. How lovely all was as my voice was heard all about on a day which I planned to sing for as long as joy came to me yet it was then that something changed the scene. It was two young ladies whom I could see approaching the place where I had made practically in to my concert hall with its trees and lake which gave it a most picturesque feeling. It was at first that I saw them in the distance getting closer and closer as if they had a purpose of joining me or just sitting around while I performed.

 

They got closer and as they did, the first thing I noticed was the color of their hair shinning in the sun almost as if torches in the pure light of day. One of them it almost went without saying was blonde while the other young lady had light brown hair which also managed the same effect of capturing the sun yet in a way which gave contrast to the yellow hair of the one I could only assume was her friend. It also being a possibility in my mind that these two lovely young ladies might also be related in the form of either cousins or sisters.

 

Nearer did they get and as they did, I started putting more emphasis on my performance as well as my voice in the form of moving around more with my guitar which though not loud did have a rich sound to it. I even stood up as one wishing to welcome these two young ladies, who seemed to be about 16 though perhaps make up might have given them an older appearance. As they got closer, the first thing I noticed was not so much them but the object which they were carrying. It being a picnic basket much like the one I  had always envisioned little red ridding hood taking to her grandmother. It being the sort which has two lids, one on both sides while a handle in the center made it easier to carry. It was these ladies who carried the basket together as they walked in harmony with the other almost as if skipping as they came ever nearer to where I was.

 

It was as my eye picked up this detail that I moved over to their dresses and the flowery pattern on both of them which made them look so nice as the day was. Their dresses perhaps being for ladies of more years yet their was a certain elegance in their clothes which though clearly not of the expensive kind of quality; had something about them which showed their concern with looking nice. This effort in their dresses perhaps being made for each other or perhaps just for the sake of going out and being seen or just looking a certain way which made them feel the beauty of their femininity with joy which they alone might cherish.

 

As they got closer, I noticed how outstanding their hair was. It being so rich in not only color which had to have been natural but its texture. It being long in wild riches yet controlled by the fashion in which they tied them. This reminding me of photos I had seen of my mother in that early part of her life when hers was long and wild as to create the illusion that it flowed like a river of delight yet time had passed. These young ladies however were in that part of their lives' in which their hair was thick with all the charm of their age as were there bodies. This being something I got to see as they came closer still basket in hand with bounce in their youthful legs as smiles told their adoration of all which was about them.

 

As they got to where I was and but a few meters separated us, I was slightly disappointed to see that neither one of them was truly beautiful in their facial features. They having the beauty of youth which my mother had once told me makes many a young lady who is not ugly or at least not to the point that she be deformed look lovely yet in truth; it is that which even by the age of 30 should turn to a vulgar look. They however were not at that point for in them their common features presented a tenderness which their few years passed held in all their glory. This also being aided by their skins not being aware of signs of any age as it was also white as ivory on this day of blazing sun.

 

Of course, in all this I would have never declared them to be ugly but merely not to my taste; like many women whom the media hailed as beautiful. I did however appreciate the softness of female company just as it made the day more pleasant in a way of having an audience who with girl enthusiasm might enjoy my singing. It even making it all seem like this was one of those music videos one saw on television yet contrary to those; this one was real or at least it seemed that way to me.

 

Their bodies also like their faces were young with all the plumpness of sexuality. They still in their teens though in all honesty neither one had a figure which was to envy or what I could only imagine that another woman might desire. They not being either particularly tall or short with legs which did have a softness about them even if not shapely while their breasts were most modest in size. This in contrast to their thighs which in being large did present a point of what in them was sexually alluring in perhaps a more lustful way or at least if one were to see them with clothes removed.

 

The wine was not filling my head as much as my song which talked about love and as they approached me, they seemed almost like squirrels in their shyness as they smiled to one another and even whispered that I might not hear them. For my part, I doubt I would have even understood them unless they spoke to each other either in either English or German yet they almost whispered in to each other's ears while they looked at me and giggled. This making me look at them with eyes that smiled as theirs seemed to do the same.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

I was in the middle of my song when they just stood in front of me, apparently having decided that it was safe to approach and listen to my voice along with the sound of my guitar. This making me feel like the man in the film "The Mission" when he first introduced himself to the Indians of Paraguay in that famous scene where he plays his flute. They smiled at one another as if they just did not know what to make of me while I simply continued playing for them though I did this as much for myself as their reaction.

 

A few seconds must have passed when their facial expressions relaxed as they did in the confidence that I could see come to them which allowed them to sit down on the grass with their picnic basket between them. They looking most lovely in their perhaps provincial ways as they just laid back and listened to my voice as I sang "dulce amor mio" from the last chorus of the song. I must say at this point my singing became more joyous as I could see how these two young ladies were enjoying it.

 

In fact, both of them having taken of their shoes as they relaxed on the grass with their feet touching the ground and seeming so delicate as they held them near each other. There even being a grace about them as they moved about with my guitar and waited to have their lunch which perhaps had been made by their mother or both of them but this I knew not.

 

By the time I got to the end of my first song, our eyes had met with theirs playing the sort of game which looked away almost instantly as soon as mine found theirs; only to try to find mine again and repeat the circle. I finding it all very charming in a playful way as we had made contact and were fully aware of who we were even if it was just in visual way which established our relationship to one another as performer/private audience. I even in my ways of vanity claiming them as my fans who had come to adore my talent with their smiles and emotions which wondered about as did my voice. I got a round of applause as I completed my song yet did not say anything apart from just bowing my head ever so slight in acknowledgement of their appreciation of my person.

 

It was after a second or two in which even I was taken by ways of the bashful, as they seemed to look at me with so much desire to hear more that I did not know if I should speak or go over to them and introduce myself. My reply being to simply sing another song which I did in the form of "O Sole Mio" which they reacted to as they had probably heard it before. This song being a favorite of many in restaurants around the world for some reason perhaps making them recall the late Luciano Pavarotti; whose voice was ideal for Neapolitan songs. I however felt I did a good interpretation of it specially for somebody who not only was not Italian but did not even speak the language all that well let alone that particular dialect from the region of Naples.

 

My audience of two became happier in all that was their bodies or so it was visible as I sang and they went about sitting while they removed their sandwiches and even a salad out of their basket along with some small plastic plates as well as other items of food in order that their feast might commence. All of which reminding me of all those people who gather in Central Park for those evening concerts with all the trimmings of a feast for an evening of gala yet on this occasion; I was the star (least for the day) to these apparently vibrant young ladies from I knew not where. This being of no importance at the time as I continued to sing.

 

It did not take them long to set up their meal with all the foods they had brought; to make it look like a most delicious if not simple meal. They even taking pride in what they had set up and seemed to be inviting me to join them yet I feigned not being aware of this as I with anxiety to continue my singing started with "Aquellos Ojos Verdes" (Those Greens Eyes). It being even comical to me how I was trying to win them over with my voice while they did the same  with their vitals which really seemed so homemade and full of a mother's tender care. I even getting the funny sensation that I was literally singing for my supper or perhaps my lunch or so did the saying declare.

 

 

I tried to get as much eye contact at this point with my audience of two as I looked at them yet their legs, I could not ignore as their short dresses gave away the panties they were wearing in a view which was not so much sexually motivated but of delicate sensuality. These girls and their wholesome looks creating images in my mind of the works of Manet and the damsels he painted in nature in the form of his luncheon on the grass. This despite of nobody having undressed yet there just seemed to be that sexually motivated romance in the air or perhaps it was the workings of my mind? This being a possibility yet there faces seemed so nice adorned in make up and their legs so nicely round as their feet moved about in a manner which made their dresses tease the view as to showing what was hiding above.

 

I decided that after this song I would stop and join my lady admirers or so did the way they looked and seemed to adore my voice indicate. They also giving the appearance of wishing to talk to me and partake their meal with me which did look ever appetizing while I wished to share my wine and cookies since I had nothing else which I might offer. By the time I finished my third song it was as if these ladies (who by then were sitting but within three or four meters of me) and I had been introduced though in fact; we had not even spoken as much as one single word to each other.

 

Mine was a big round of applause from these young ladies as they looked at me as rarely had I been gazed upon before. Almost getting the impression that I was one of the three tenors or at least in their eyes and for that moment in time. I stopped singing and as I approached them who made a space that I might sit down and join them. I pointed to myself and said my name "Bill Albert". It being then that these young ladies, who were holding each other slightly by the hand with care of sisters in friendship of tenderness; pointed to each other and gave their names yet in all reality I did not catch them. Their names being so foreign to me that I could not make them out much less pronounce them as they had.

 

 

Chapter four

 

 

 

I then with the confidence that I had been invited to their private table or space of ground, sat down as smiles welcomed me; who took seat and asked if they spoke English or German. Their response being "Polska, Polish" though I remember not who said which but it was clear to me without having to hear much more that they were from Poland and did not speak anything other than this language. Of course thinking back on it, we could have talked so much had I spoken Polish like I do know. This after having been taught by my now wife Gosia yet back in those days; Polish was a language which I did not know in the very least.

 

It was so nice to be sitting next to these two ladies in a pleasant way and though it was not sexual attraction which had brought me to them but friendship. I did think they had a certain sensuality about them which was truly delightful to be around as they with freedom spoke to each other. They probably speaking Polish which I had not understanding of at the time. It being funny to me now how a language one does not understand just gives off the appearance of being mere sounds that only become words once one actually learns it.

 

It was then that the blonde whose face was not as pretty as her friend or perhaps sister, offered me a chicken leg which I thought was such a nice gesture. It being placed nicely on a plate. This much like a lady of care would serve something with such elegance. I for my part was not so hungry but I took what I was given though I did put it down first in order to get my bottle of wine so I too might offer something to this delightful meal. I proceeding to take the bottle from my bag where I had left my guitar and showing it to them, who in a jest of unwillingness accepted to have a glass with my by putting out their glass so I might serve them.

 

The young ladies saw me fill their glass from my large bottle of wine though it was apparent they would have preferred much less but did with etiquette accept what I offered as I what they did. My hunger not being much, I simply took a bite out of their chicken while they but a sip of my wine which I also did not drink much from apart from just wetting my lips that I might sing again. It was strange to me and perhaps even still is how we were enjoying each other though we did not understand a word of what we were saying to one another yet it being so apparent that language of words was not needed when warmth of spirits and humanity were about. It not even being a case of romance between us as I really did not see attraction on their part for my physical nor did I wish any yet I was glad to be sharing this moment with them for all the compassion it held which perhaps would never repeat itself. It only being the present that had any value on to us as we simply enjoyed our company and the place which had brought us together along with what we brought to it in the form of our persons, food, drink, my songs and above all the beauty of the friendship which we had created.

 

The time passed delightfully as did our simply sitting together yet I did feel the urge to show off some more with my voice which is what they in all truth wanted as did I. It must have been after half an hour that I took my guitar again and started with my next song which came in the form of  "Dein Ist Mein Ganzes Herz" which was one of the few songs I knew in German at the time. This one capturing the mood amongst us as the heat of the day increased to where one could almost not help but be tempted in to doing what they did. It being to remove their dresses which left them wearing but the bikini's they had worn underneath. It being the blonde whose blue bikini contrasted her skin so nicely as to think no other color would ever due likewise. As for the young brunette, her bikini was red and almost passionate was it in contrast to her skin which had gone a slight brown to give disparity to her friend's almost pale tone. It being at this point that I was reminded perhaps in an odd way of Degas and the young ladies he painted taking baths or perhaps just nude. This in spite of neither one of these girls being uncovered in any way which exposed any part of their body which could be considered unfit for public exposure.

 

My song seemed to capture them and this I could sense as they were feeling what I was singing and would have sung along with me had they known the words yet they tried to hum as I sang. How delightful to feel the joy on others as one sings. That sensation that one is filling up something inside them to the point that an emotion wants to come out of with total ecstasy. This being one of the reasons I always wanted to become a singer just that I might share my joys with others through song or aria, this so they might want to show their emotions on to me as to feed my desires to sing on.

 

I was feeling like I could sing anything and even if some notes failed, it did not matter for my audience was with me and I sensed their pleasure. I even ventured in to "Toreador" with more will to interpret than actually notes since I really could not play this on my guitar yet as I did so; my audience left me yet not in insult but to go about and dance with each other. They holding each other and even bowing to each other in a most gracious way as to make my smile emit as the sun with joy.

 

This place by the lake had become a sort of a carnival atmosphere as these young ladies danced about to my words and even my mistakes as I sang this aria yet it did not matter; as there was so much going about. They would curtsy almost if they were doing so at the opera or at a grand ball room with their tender pale feet so loving in stroking the ground as they moved about with charm. Myself feeling like a band that had been hired or a radio which had been turned on yet this did not bother me in the least. As joy was something which I was giving to these ladies who allowed me to see just how much my voice could impact people and allow them to see the grandness of the music my mother and I so strongly believed in.

 

After "Toreador" I felt that perhaps the mood would be made all the more joyous not by perhaps great monumental opera arias but by lighter songs in Spanish. It being my friend Arturo from Columbia who had allowed me to see just how much beauty there was in the melodies and even harmonies in songs such as "Guantanamena". This being the next song I chose much like a DJ who selected those particular pieces which would set a mood which would be constantly changing as to keep his audience's emotions moving with the music. These ladies appeared so overjoyed when I started this song that they gave me their brightest of lights from their eyes as with delicacy they touched their bosom that I might see theirs came from the heart.

 

This time however contrary to before they did not continue their dance routine as now mine had become a latin festival as opposed to an opera recital of any kind. Guantanamena came out with all the enthusiasm of real latin American performer who was showing all the grandness of this song. My guitar accompaniment at this point being as important as my voice as I tried to be like those singers I always imagined on the island of Cuba. This creating a playful mood among my audience of two, who in the spirit of celebration went for a swim in the lake or perhaps just a splash since the water or at least as far as they entered in to it was barely deep enough to reach their knees.

 

This being the great moment as to create fantasy in my mind of the purest sexuality yet not linked to carnality but their mere playfulness which was as innocent in actions as two children playing yet in being hidden desires; it became as inspirational to eroticism as anything. Splash water they did as they tried to dance and jump about in the water which when in air managed to capture the light from the day as delicately as did their hair while the rest of the sun's rays almost bounced of their bodies as to make their legs and arms glow.

All as a portrait by Renoir which was very well known to me in which three woman bathers are nude in a lake. This being the point of my imagination as to create images in my mind as if I were taking them with my camera yet these were those to remain with me as with gayety and fantasy; they ran about stopping to try to throw each other in the water. As for my singing, contrary to what one might have thought it was not being wasted on the air as they even tried to run around each other to the merry melody I had started in the form "Funiculi, Funicula". It being most interesting to me when one caught the other from behind in other to place her in water that the other would turn back and their eyes would encounter so close as to suggest more than eyes wanting. This all as with hands that teased and provoked did they search for a way to bring each to being drenched by the water on this most heated of days.

 

All in coquette sexuality as with hands that touched behinds of plenty did they jockey for position yet always ending with smiles that went from them to each other and on to ever wishing my voice to bring out their deepest fantasies. Almost as if with my songs I were enticing them to go on. It however was when I started with "Nesun Dorma" that silence did replace activity of thrill to take seat and even drink more of my wine which I smiled with approval as they served themselves while I gave my all to this wonderful aria which they apparently knew.  They now sitting as if at a table with their feet so delicately placed next to each other's on the grass. As they almost like two teenagers in love not so much with each other but with life; looked about as if trying to express with their vision what their feelings carried. I could also see my wine was to their pleasing as they even toasted life and perhaps even my voice yet this matters not in the spirit of cheer what it might be.

 

A great day it was for me with so much song, dance, wine, food and all which made our summer day one to remember till this day yet above all it was the human contact and the exchange of cultures to make all a wonder to tell about. I for my part, kept in touch with these two young ladies as we exchanged email addresses and as a matter of fact would go on to see them again in the society of my dear, fiancée Gosia; who was surprised to see that I actually had two friends in Poland. It also being a point of charm for her which contrary to jealousy did not prevent the four of us from enjoying an evening out to talk about that now semi famous performance. Of course by then my Polish having gotten to the point where I could understand some of the conversation while their English had also increased yet there was a certain magic in simply being able to communicate without words.

About the Author

My name is Gianni Truvianni, author of many an article to be found on the internet along with the book "New York's Opera Society". My works also include the books "What Should Not Matter", "Love Your Sister" and several others which still remain unpublished though I am presently looking to change this.

 

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