"I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,

sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate, then wash my hand in the sea.

With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know.

All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago..."

La banda sonora del día, AQUÍ.