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The return of Bella Capricia: Estrogen power


I struggled through the crowd in front of hotel "Excelsior" and then I saw her. The unique and
unforgettable Bella Capricia Transparanta appeared at the entrance with a face distorted in a horrible grimace. Three men in gray uniforms were holding her, as she rushed like a wild animal to knock down two of them. I looked towards the car that sped away, but my tears and excitement transformed the vivid autumn scene into something like a post-impressionistic painting. The story is again boring, prosaic and inevitably logical, but deserves to be told because of the really deep and tense symbolism hidden behind it. As it turned out, Bella Capricia had immortal qualities in a literal sense. The cypress trees over her grave in southern France still sway their branches and caress the gilded boar, which adorns the sculptural ensemble.
The famous "bon vivant" Ludwig Ferocci Crocketti was drinking martini and studying the text of a Danish
philosopher, which presented the theme of repetition. The essay had two main lines, dealing with the informal logic, concerning image and model and pinpointing the analogy between recurrences in the life of certain people and their strong character.
Ludwig did not understand the strange thoughts. Perhaps the loud music that resounded in the room was
distracting him.
It was the memorable overture to "Tannhauser" in virtuoso piano performance.
He scratched his head and yawned, then stopped his eyes on the black table covered with a yellow

newspaper, showing a picture of the greatest woman ever.
Soon after, a thundering clatter was heard in the hall, in the irregular beat of 11/8 time signature. Ludwig broke in cold sweat and almost passed out. The door opened noisily, the plates fell down and he saw the double bass curves of a familiar female silhouette. They engaged in a dialogue, but he felt that there was a clown standing on the side, who was showing him big, white plates with inscriptions on them - the lines he had to say. On the final plate he read the word "duck" (not the verb, but the name of that sweet bird). Suddenly something was blinking in his head and his nose was stinging. There was a second blow, he saw stars, and felt as if a door to a great big furnace suddenly opened. Ludwig saw schoolgirls in red coats who chased near the edge of a cliff and his muscles contracted.
At that moment, as they say, the great black curtain descended.
The irksome trial for the murder of Roger Fabien / Ludwig Crocketti was widely reflected in the media. In the process the court staff employed an artist to visually reconstruct the crime. In the main hall there was
ongoing debate in relation to both wild boars and the female nature, as well as what may cause the clash between the two.
The defendant repeatedly attacked the jury and they eventually had her tied. The protocols stated that
the murder weapon was a hard object, resembling a mace (maybe two). The scene of the tragedy was splashed with blood, spaghetti and tomato sauce. By the grand piano in the corner there was a bizarre - and somewhat lonely - bronze boar. Due to lack of any witnesses and any evidence (not even a hair or a molecule was found) the investigators relied on words, that could be heard in the ventilation shaft. This is a defining moment.
The tragedy took place on the fifth floor of the "Ambassador" hotel and the apartment just above
was occupied by the Beethovens - a retired colonel who served in the artillery and his wife, ordinary people of respectable age. They suddenly heard weird noises in their room, and rushed to the metal grate in the corner. It should be duly noted that the voice timbre is transformed due to the metal properties,  and as a consequence all sound is solidly distorted. Thus, sonorant vowels and the common consonants can not be heard clearly, or qiute often they are heard as another sound: for example the word "kill" is heard as "heal".
Paul Beethoven was summoned to testify on the witness stand. His testimony was recorded
verbatim and signed by him. Bella Capricia barely evaded conviction after telltale words: "Wagner was a witness and the cauliflower listened!" (Although colonel Beethoven could not confirm all this, because he suffers from inflammation of the inner ear, an occupational disease in his case.)
The defendant was acquitted, because of lack of evidence and perhaps this is for the better.
It is said that today she is engaged in charity donations and shares her generousity with the pink 

flamingo birds. The radiant and immortal Bella Capricia Transparanta tours the private reserves in the Caribbean and the pink graces are overjoyed with her unique voice.
And yes, the image above is the work of an artist (that one, who was hired by the court), but before its
creation the judges delicately asked him to mitigate the brutal scene and recreate what happened "as if it might develop otherwise."

Copyright © 2008 Christian Alexandrov

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The disquieting muses

The ballad of the lonesome goat

Come get me off the merry-go-round

The divine Bella Capricia is now gone! She is lost forever!

This story is both prosaic and highly moving, what makes it so irresistible
is just the main character - Bella Capricia Transparanta, the immortal Bella Capricia.
They call her  "the rose of the sunrise", "the mystical emerald", "the golden Celtic
chariot "- all nicknames won because of her astonishing soprano.

English speakers use the unequivocal word "to dwarf", when comparing Capricia to Callas.
And they call her "divine", which has two meanings.
People called her "divine" because of her superiority over others,
she was like a daughter of the gods; but also "heavenly divine",
because of some rather "alien qualities" and inhuman nature,
which she had in herself.
The whole enigma of this opera monster remained a mystery throughout her life,
largely due to a strange approach when communicating with others -
it was either consciously or instinctively created, or it was a mere haphazard.
In her interviews and casual conversations, she selected words that seemingly downplayed
the meaning behind the sentences and because of this, people quickly forgot them,
despite the strict logic of her mind.
At other times she used simple, slightly outdated forms of speech, expressing her thoughts precisely and accurately.
Her personality was too controversial - she was icy, but passionate woman,
radiating wildness, combined with almost obvious ignorance.
Her black shiny hair contrasted with her smooth white skin, just like a milk drinking raven.
Bella`s silhouette was rounded, but graceful,
with titanic breasts rising like two buoys in stormy waters.
Her demise was as tragic, as it was farcical.
In the culture circles all whispered her name as if she were an ancient idol,
bitter grief of loss was mixed with unspeakable awe.
The circumstances surrounding her death then clarified, and euphemisms such as
"accident" and "adversity" gave way to the right words.
The day after her death, an article came out, which falsely claimed,
that Bella Capricia had died "after her square agate gemstone ring got caught
in a factory conveyor machine."

Roger (or Roger pronounced in French) Fabien was ardent devotee of Bella Capricia,
who sacrificed all his life and personal interests, just to give her all
and to become her shadow and confidant.
His name is obviously an alias, his origin is unidentified, but one thing is certain -
he was born in Saint Petersburg.
Roger and Bella Capricia were very close friends and their relationship was highly spiritual,
but having strange erotic manifestations, that confused people that they are lovers.
The two of them were inseparable, and apparently their union could be defined
with only one word ... complicity.
Roger accompanied her on her tours of the most glamorous and prestigious European scenes.
He watched her in awe and admiration from the most luxurious seats in the opera houses
amidst echoing applause and rainfalls of flowers.
Roger (or Roger pronounced in French) striked as a very stingy man,
although living in extravagant hotel suites and making very good earns from gambling.

The circumstances surrounding the death of the great soprano are ... too horrible.
The awkward truth is that Bella Capricia did not die in a factory for underwear packaging,
as said the early reports, but she slipped and fell under the blades of a running machine
in a slaughterhouse for cattle.
Roger Fabien remained stubbornly silent on this issue, but soon a quite striking fact
became evident  - her manic attraction to blood.
Of course, there was nothing monstrous or demonic in this, it was well known
that she repeatedly visited slaughterhouses, because she drew great inspiration from the scarlet jets, she could not find anywhere else.
The red plasma contemplation, the so-called "water of the sword" (and of the butcher machines)
transformed her voice fabulously, and if normally she was just a great singer,
the subsequent ecstasy gave her vibrato and the upper octaves such touching tenderness,
that compares to nothing, and the resulting trance as if made the
audience spread white wings and soar in the sky.
Thus her rich and magical voice became a revelation of the beginning and the end,
like it was separating darkness from light, or naming the nameless and creating miracles.

After her tragic end, Roger (or Roger in French) secluded himself in his temporary dwellings
and often watched archival footage of her performances.
For some unknown reason he ordered the manufacture of a huge bronze boar
and entrusted some skillful Parisian founders with the difficult task.
There are two interpratations of this mysterious act - either he wanted the  wild animal
to remind him of the expansive and fiery temper of his beloved Bella
or he saw it as a symbol of the slaughtered animals, which immortalized her unique voice.
Roger changed his quarters often, but kept hauling the boar with him.
This is almost inexplicable, given its terrible weight.
According to his neighbors in the most prestigious hotels, the boar sang at night,
mostly during full moon, with the voice of the immortal idol,
the miracle Bella Capricia Transparanta.

Resemblance to any actual persons and events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2008 Christian Alexandrov

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