One more day before the storm

Suddenly I see

Suddenly it starts

When two anxious hearts

Beat as one.

Yesterday I was alone

Today you are beside me

Suddenly I see

What I could not see

Something suddenly

Has begun...

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One day more!

Another day, another destiny.

This never-ending road to Calvary;

These men who seem to know my crime

Will surely come a second time.

One day more!

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I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living...

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One day more!

Tomorrow you'll be worlds away

And yet with you, my world has started!

One more day all on my own.

Will we ever meet again?

One more day with him not caring.

I was born to be with you.

What a life I might have known.

And I swear I will be true!

But he never saw me there!

One more day before the storm!

Do I follow where she goes?

At the barricades of freedom.

Shall I join my brothers there?

Will you take your place with me?

The time is now, the day is here!

One day more!

One day more to revolution,

We will nip it in the bud!

We'll be ready for these schoolboys

They will wet themselves with blood!

 One day to a new beginning

 Raise the flag of freedom high!

Do you hear the people sing?

My place is here, I fight with you!

One day more!

I will join these people's heros

I will follow where they go

I will learn their little Secrets,

I will know the things they know.

One more day to revolution

We will nip it in the bud

We'll be ready for these schoolboys

Tomorrow we'll be far away,

Tomorrow is the judgement day

Tomorrow we'll discover

What our God in Heaven has in store!

One more dawn

One more day

One day more!

Les Miserables Oscar medley: Cast sing on stage di itnentertainment

Suddenly, I dreamed a dream, One Day More: Best Oscar moment EVER.

Here's a Valentine

"They had just run into a bank of solid fog that seemed to encounter them with a soft, ubiquitous blow. It was blinding; it was deadening to sounds; it was in a sense mournful; but it was happy, too, in its romantic unusualness. They couldn't see the gleam of the lamps; they could hardly hear the step of the horse; the horse had fallen at once to a walk. They agreed that neither of them could be responsible for losing the way; in the circumstances that was impossible. Fortunately the horse would take them somewhere; it had belonged to a local higgler: a man that used the roads buying poultry for re-sale...They agreed that they had no responsibilities; and after that went on for unmeasured hours in silence; the mist growing, but very, very gradually, more luminous...Once or twice, at a rise in the road, they saw again the stars and the moon, but mistily. On the fourth occasion they had emerged into the silver lake; like mermen rising to the surface of a tropical sea...

Tietjens had said:

'You'd better get down and take the lamp. See if you can find a milestone; I'd get down myself, but you might not be able to hold the horse...' She had plunged in...

And he had sat, feeling, he didn't know why, like a Guy Fawkes; up in the light, thinking by no means disagreeable thoughts--intent, like Miss Wannop herself, on a complete holiday of forty-eight hours; [...]

He was to have, above all, a holiday from himself and to take it like other men, free of his conventions, his strait waistcoatings...

The girl said:

'I'm coming up now! I've found out something...' He watched intently the place where she must appear; it would give him pointers about the impenetrability of mist to the eye.

Her otter-skin cap had beads of dew; beads of dew were on her hair beneath: she scrambled up, a little awkwardly: her eyes sparkled with fun: panting a little: her cheeks bright. Her hair was darkened by the wetness of the mist, but she appeared golden in the sudden moonlight.

Before she was quite up, Tietjens almost kissed her. Almost. An all but irresistible impulse!"

Parade's End,

Ford Madox Ford

I'm sorry, I'm reading Parade's End and Little Miss Wannop is the only Valentine I can give you today. Anyway, Have a great Valentine's Day!

Les Misérables

"Do you hear the people sing?"

La strada del ritorno è quieta e silenziosa, ma tu puoi riuscire ancora a sentirlo: è il fracasso di tavoli e sedie che volano giù dalle finestre, il vento delle bandiere issate sulle barricate per benedire il grido della rivoluzione, il fragore dei cannoni che si abbatte sul sogno di una generazione nata troppo tardi, o forse troppo presto; il cuore di Les Misérables di Tom Hooper continua a battere a lungo dopo la visione, un tamburo che risuona incessante nella testa e ti lascia dentro l'eco delle tantissime voci che animano l'appassionata storia firmata da Victor Hugo.

Storicamente prolifico anche se poco favorito in tempi recenti, per non perdere l'amore del grande schermo il Musical ha lottato strenuamente contro sé stesso fino a dividere i suoi sostenitori, costretti a scegliere fra l'opportunità di abbandonare la grammatica classica per l'ebbrezza della sperimentazione ( Moulin Rouge, Across The Universe) o supportare la forza del canone grazie a una confezione visivamente compiacente ( The Phantom of the Opera, Chicago, Mamma mia!): privo della gioiosa frenesia di Lurhmann come dello sfarzo dorato di Schumacher il lavoro di adattamento fatto sull'amatissimo musical di Claude-Michel Schönberg, familiarmente conosciuto come Les Mis e da quasi trent'anni in cartellone nel West End, cerca il punto d'incontro definitivo fra le due vie in un prodotto che vuole guardarsi allo specchio con fierezza e difendere la propria identità, trovando un registro che un' estremizzazione eccessiva avrebbe rischiato di soffocare.