Paul Thomas:
That's enough Mozart. Now... Wagner. Silence!
[Lights go out. Paul walks around his party with a candelabra and recites in German]
Paul Thomas:
Oh, Mother, where are you? I am a poor soldier. Alone. All alone with no friends, with no comrades. Where are they? They're all dead. All dead. I'm sad. I weep. I cry out, "Help me!" Mother. But no one hears. I'm all alone. One day, the war is over and spring returns. The birds sing, the sun shines, music is heard once more and we find love. Love. Love.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:35