SOLE E BUIO SALE E MIELE (Italian Edition)

Please enable JavaScript on your browser , then try again. Save miele to get e-mail alerts and updates on your eBay Feed. Unfollow miele to stop getting updates on your eBay Feed. You'll receive email and Feed alerts when new items arrive. Turn off email alerts. Skip to main content. Refine your search for miele. Refine more Format Format. Items in search results. Magazine Back Issues 3. Format see all Format. All Listings filter applied. Her last name's Temptation. Her occupation is being a leaf in the wind Always turning, changing her lovers and her loves Like the screech-owl she's a bird of prey.

E non mi guarda il vile! Quel Schaunard che ride! Mi fan tutti una bile! Se potessi picchiar, se potessi graffiar! Ma non ho sotto man che questo pellican. Getta il piatto a terra. And so I have no heart. But the coward won't look at me. And that Schaunard's laughing! They all make me livid! If I could just hit them! Scratch their eyes out! But I've got this old pelican on my hands. This plate smells dirty to me! Don't be a bore! Con quel vecchio che balbetta, proprio lei, Musetta! With that stuttering old man, it's Musetta herself! Ha ha ha ha ha! Che mi parli di perdono? I'd never be forgiving.

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Why speak of forgiveness? Cosi l'effluvio del desio tutta m'aggira. Felice mi fa, felice mi fa. This onrush of desire surrounds me. It delights me, it delights me. Marcello will give in! The flirt ran off I'd never land myself in such a situation! Spento amor non risorge, ecc.

The play is stupendous! Love is weak when it leaves wrongs unavenged. Love, once dead, cannot be revived, etc. Love is sad when it's unforgiving. I feel so sorry, etc. She's beautiful, I'm not blind, etc. Non seccar, non seccar, non seccar! Or conviene liberarsi del vecchio. Se tu battessi alla mia porta t'andrebbe il mio core ad aprir! Now to get rid of the old man. If you came to my door, my heart would open it! There's a shoemaker nearby. I want another pair! Ma il mio grado vuoi ch'io comprometta? Il cameriere porta un conto. Ah, how it pinches, this damn tight shoe!

I'll take it off Run, go on, run! What will people say? Do you want to ruin it? The waiter brings the bill. Si ode avvicinarsi un suon di tamburi. Drums are heard approaching. I want to hear! Paga il signor che stava qui con me. Tonio, la vuoi finire? The gentleman who was with me will pay. Tonio, stop that at once! Papa, I want to hear. Stop that at once! Look out, here they are! Ecco il tambur maggior! Il bel tambur maggior! La canna d'or, tutto splendor! Che guarda, passa, va! Gloria ed onor, onor e gloria del Quartier Latin! Tutti si mettono in coda alla ritirata e si allontanano. Alcindoro torna con un paio di scarpe; il cameriere gli presenta i conti.

Prouder than an ancient warrior! The Tattoo is here! Here he is, the handsome drum-major! The golden baton, all a-glitter! See, he looks at us as he goes past! Glory and honour, the glory and honour of the Latin Quarter! The handsomest man in France, the drum-major! Since Musetta cannot walk with only one shoe, Marcello and Colline carry her on their shoulders. They all follow the guards and disappear. Alcindoro comes back with a new pair of shoes, and the waiter hands him the bill. When he sees the amount and sees nobody around, Alcindoro falls, bewildered, onto a chair.

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Dal cabaret, ad intervalli, grida, risate. Dietro la cancellata chiusa, battendo i piedi dal freddo, stanno alcuni spazzini. At left, a tavern. A small square flanked by plane trees. Some customs officers are asleep around a brazier. Shouts and laughter issue from the cabaret.

The snow is everywhere. Some street-sweepers are beyond the gate, stamping their feet in the cold. We're the sweepers from Gentilly. Se nel bicchier sta il piacer, in giovin bocca sta l'amor. Egli apre il cancello. Una fila di carretti con contadini entra assieme alle lattaie. Voi da che parte andate? Appena giunta al primo platano la coglie un accesso di tosse.

Poi riavutasi dice al sergente: Pleasure is in the glass! Love lies on young lips. He opens the gate. The milkmaids enter together with a string of peasants' carts. Which way are you going? Shall we meet later? When she reaches the first tree, she has a fit of coughing. Then recovering herself, she says to the sergeant: Esce la fantesca dal cabaret.

O buona donna, mi fate il favore di cercarmi il pittore Marcello? Marcello esce dal cabaret. Musetta insegna il canto ai passeggieri. A waitress comes out of the tavern. Oh, good woman, please Be good enough to find me Marcello, the painter. I must see him quickly. Marcello comes out of the tavern. We've been here a month, at the host's expense. Musetta teaches the guests singing. Io pingo quei guerrieri sulla facciata. Rodolfo si strugge per gelosia. Un passo, un detto, un vezzo, un fior lo mettono in sospetto Talor la notte fingo di dormire e in me lo sento fisso spiarmi i sogni in viso.

Mi grida ad ogni istante: A glance, a gesture, a smile, a flower arouses his suspicions, then anger, rage Sometimes at night I pretend to sleep, and I feel his eyes trying to spy on my dreams. He shouts at me all the time: In lui parla il rovello, lo so; ma che rispondergli, Marcello? Canti e risa, ecco il fior d'invariabile amor! Fate voi per il meglio. You're not for me. Help us, Marcello, help us. We've tried again and again, but in vain. Laughter and song - that's the secret of a lasting love.

Do as you think best. I'll wake him up. Fuggi da me stanotte dicendomi: A giorno sono uscita e me ne venni a questa volta. Rodolfo accorre dal cabaret. Qui niun ci sente. He fled during the night, saying: He's looking for me For God's sake, no scenes here. No one can hear us here. Ora il tedio l'assale But it revived at the gleam of her blue eyes. Now boredom assails it Gloomy love is madness and brews only tears. If it doesn't laugh and glow love has no strength or voice.

Un moscardino di Viscontino le fa l'occhio di triglia. Ella sgonnella e scopre la caviglia, con un far promettente e lusinghier. Non mi sembri sincer. Invan, invan nascondo la mia vera tortura. A foppish Viscount eyes her with longing. She shows him her ankles, promising, luring him on. You aren't being honest. I try in vain to hide what really torments me. The poor little thing is doomed Her pale cheeks are flushed V'entra e l'aggira il vento di tramontana. Essa canta e sorride e il rimorso m'assale.

Me, cagion del fatale mal che l'uccide. The fire has gone out.

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The wind, the winter wind roars through it. She laughs and sings; I'm seized with remorse. I'm the cause of the illness that's killing her. To bring her back to life love's not enough. Vuol farla entrare nel cabaret. Dal cabaret s'ode Musetta che ride. Come inside where it's warm.

He tries to lead her inside. Musetta's laughter comes from inside. Marcello runs into the tavern. Le poche robe aduna che lasciai sparse. Nel mio cassetto stan chiusi quel cerchietto d'or e il libro di preghiere. Te ne vai, la mia piccina? Che un tuo sorriso acqueta. I'm going back alone to my lonely nest to make false flowers.

Please gather up the few things I've left behind.

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In the trunk there's the little bracelet and my prayer book. Wrap them in an apron and I'll send someone for them Under the pillow there's my pink bonnet. Goodbye, no hard feelings. You're leaving, my little one? Goodbye to our dreams of love. That one smile of yours could dispel. Ch'io da vero poeta rimavo con carezze.

Marcello e Musetta escono, bisticciando. Presso il foco a quel signore? That, like a poet, I made rhyme with caress. Marcello and Musetta come out, quarrelling. What do you mean? All'altar non siamo uniti. Se ti colgo a incivettire! Bada, sotto il mio cappello non ci stan certi ornamenti.

Vi ringrazio, or son ricco divenuto. Fo all'amor con chi mi piace. Musetta se ne va. We're not married, after all. If I catch you flirting! Keep in mind, no horns will grow under my hat. I thank you, I'll be a rich man then. You don't like it? I'll flirt with whom I please. Musetta goes her way. Vorrebbero lavorare, ma non fanno che chiacchierare. Ti rodi e ridi. They try to work, but instead they are talking. She greeted me, laughing. You're laughing and fretting inside. Si mettono al lavoro, ma subito gettano penna e pennello.

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O giorni belli, piccole mani, odorosi capelli, collo di neve! They start working, but quickly throw down brush and pen. Those tiny hands, those sweet-smelling locks, that snowy neck! Se pingere mi piace o cieli o terre o inverni o primavere, egli mi traccia due pupille nere e una bocca procace, e n'esce di Musetta il viso ancor Musetta intanto gode e il mio cuor vile la chiama ed aspetta.

Whether I want to paint earth or sky, spring or winter, the brush outlines two dark eyes and inviting lips, and Musetta's face appears Come to my heart, my heart that died when our love died. Meanwhile Musetta is happy and my cowardly heart calls her, and waits for her. Schaunard entra e posa quattro pagnotte sulla tavola. Ora lo sciampagna mettiamo in ghiaccio. Schaunard comes in and sets four rolls on the table. Colline is with him. I must dance this evening.

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The King is waiting for me. Il tuo sangue voglio ber. Colline ha preso le molle, Schaunard la paletta. Si battono mentre gli altri cantano. I'll drink your blood. Colline takes the fire-tongs and Schaunard the poker. They fight as the others sing. Poi la portano nella stanza e la stendono sul letto. Then they carry her into the room and place her on the bed.

Voglio morir con lui You want me here with you? Just now I saw her in the street stumbling along. I know I'm dying But I want to die with him Perhaps he's waiting for me Please take me, Musetta? Ah, come si sta bene qui. Si rinasce, si rinasce Ancor sento la vita qui Se avessi un manicotto! Queste mie mani riscaldare non si potranno mai? Il parlar ti stanca. How wonderful it is here. I feel life here again. You won't leave me ever If I had a muff! Won't these hands of mine ever be warm?

Buon giorno, Marcello, Schaunard, Colline, buon giorno. I'm used to it. Hello, Marcello, Schaunard, Colline Marcello, believe me - Musetta is so good. Bring back some cordial and send the doctor!

Pel manicotto io vo. Escono Musetta e Marcello. Le mie grazie ricevi. Mai non curvasti il logoro dorso ai ricchi ed ai potenti. Passar nelle tue tasche come in antri tranquilli filosofi e poeti. Ora che i giorni lieti fuggir, ti dico addio, fedele amico mio. Mette l'involto sotto il braccio, poi dice sottovoce a Schaunard: Perhaps it's the poor thing's last request. I'll get the muff. I'm coming with you.

Marcello and Musetta go out. I give you my thanks. You never bowed your worn back to the rich or powerful. You held in your pockets poets and philosophers as if in tranquil grottoes Now that those happy times have fled, I bid you farewell, faithful old friend. He puts the bundle under his arm, then whispers to Schaunard: Schaunard, each separately, let's combine two kindly acts; mine is this Ho tante cose che ti voglio dire, o una sola ma grande come il mare, come il mare profonda ed infinita Sei il mio amor Leva la cuffietta di dove l'aveva riposta in sul cuore.

I pretended to sleep because I wanted to be alone with you. I've so many things to tell you, or just one thing - huge as the sea, deep and infinite as the sea. He takes the bonnet from its place over his heart. Poi smarristi la chiave Se la lasci riscaldar Then you lost your key You couldn't see me blushing. Let me warm it for you You took my hand in yours Schaunard rientra in quel momento.

Tornano Marcello e Musetta, poi Colline. Musetta pone un lume sulla tavola. Gli ho fatto fretta. Schaunard enters at that moment. Now I'll be good. Marcello and Musetta come back, then Colline. Musetta sets a candle on the table. I made him hurry. Marcello mette un libro sulla tavola da paravento al lume. No more, no more The warmth will heal them. Why are you crying like this?