“Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt
I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about.
Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.
I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it.
I tell you those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
Go ahead, play, relax, free your mind, redeem yourself and listen to the full aria of Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro Duettino Sull’aria Le nozze di Figaro. This is a moment of grace.