Papa Emeritus III

The singer's face paled, flared up, and great power was felt in the sonorous words. He sang in a low voice, just like in church. His voice, his charming eyes, his incredible appearance drove you crazy; that's all you dreamed of — to see him in the front rows. His graceful movements on stage gave him away as an aristocrat, which he was for you. Terzo was surrounded by the attention of dark fans like him; you stood out. He sang and charmed himself with a song, and it sounded, now gloomy and passionate, like the prayer of a penitent sinner, now sad and meek, like the crying of a sick child; his misty gaze descended directly to you, creating a smile on his lips. With his ordinary graceful movements, Papa comes to the end of the scene, kneeling down and lowering his hand to you.