Ludwig
van Beethoven (1770-1827), one of history’s most
famous and mysterious composers died at the age of 57 with one great secret.
Upon his death, a love letter was found among his possessions. It was written
to an unknown woman who Beethoven simply called his *Immortal Beloved.*
van Beethoven (1770-1827), one of history’s most
famous and mysterious composers died at the age of 57 with one great secret.
Upon his death, a love letter was found among his possessions. It was written
to an unknown woman who Beethoven simply called his *Immortal Beloved.*
The world may never put
a face with this mysterious woman or know the circumstances of their affair and
his letters are all that is left of a love as intensely passionate as the music
for which Beethoven became famous. Compositions such as the Moonlight Sonata as
well as Beethoven’s many symphonies express eloquently the tragedy of a relationship
never publicly realized.
a face with this mysterious woman or know the circumstances of their affair and
his letters are all that is left of a love as intensely passionate as the music
for which Beethoven became famous. Compositions such as the Moonlight Sonata as
well as Beethoven’s many symphonies express eloquently the tragedy of a relationship
never publicly realized.
„July 6, 1806
My angel, my all, my
very self – only a few words today and at that with your pencil – not till
tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon – what a useless waste
of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks – can our love endure
except through sacrifices – except through not demanding everything – can you
change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?
very self – only a few words today and at that with your pencil – not till
tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon – what a useless waste
of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks – can our love endure
except through sacrifices – except through not demanding everything – can you
change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine?
Oh, God! look out into
the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be – love
demands everything and that very justly – that it is with me so far as you are
concerned, and you with me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of
it as little as I!
the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be – love
demands everything and that very justly – that it is with me so far as you are
concerned, and you with me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of
it as little as I!
Now a quick change to
things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other; moreover,
I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few
days touching my own life – if our hearts were always close together I would
make none of the kind. My heart is full of many things to say to you – Ah! –
there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all – cheer up –
remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours; the gods must send us the
rest that which shall be best for us.
things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other; moreover,
I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few
days touching my own life – if our hearts were always close together I would
make none of the kind. My heart is full of many things to say to you – Ah! –
there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all – cheer up –
remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours; the gods must send us the
rest that which shall be best for us.
Your faithful,
Ludwig”
Stiam de scrisoarea asta, dar n-o citisem niciodata.
O fereastra deschisa spre sufletul unui geniu indragostit … Nemuritoarea iubire !
@DANI,
e o scrisoare ce ne dezvaluie un alt Beethoven, indragostit. 😉