1:13:02
It is you who needs him.
1:13:05
You've been deprived
of your instrument, Signor Broschi.
1:13:09
You're like Narcissus
without his reflection.
1:13:13
Like Orpheus without his lute.
1:13:16
You're right, Maestro.
1:13:18
Without him, your music
no longer exists.
1:13:23
Without him...
1:13:25
you are nothing but silence.
1:13:34
At 17...
1:13:35
I composed my first melody.
1:13:40
I wrote it for Carlo.
1:13:44
You may be the only one
who can understand.
1:13:49
His voice...
1:13:52
His voice was sublime.
1:13:56
And my music flowed
from my brother's throat.
1:14:00
When did he fall off that horse?
1:14:12
He never fell off.
1:14:18
When Father died...
1:14:21
Carlo became seriously ill.
1:14:24
My father had entrusted him tome.
1:14:27
He was delirious.
1:14:29
I was afraid of losing him.
1:14:36
Is oothed him
with some opium...
1:14:40
and by telling him the story
of an opera...
1:14:42
that I invented day after day
to help him dream.
1:14:47
He loved to sing, Maestro.
1:14:50
He loved to sing.
1:14:56
His face...