Great photos ladies. found the lighting played havoc with mine... it was lovely to meet up with Laura, Sandie, Jetta and Tina on Friday night.. admired your ability to stay awake.. and then to witness your SEbbie moment.. guess you did not need the plane to get home

ok for what they are worth.. a couple of pics from Sun and one from Sat.

one for Cyd










regards Linda

a few more

Some pics from me

It’s been almost a week, but I wanted to share this with you, as I look back on the double nights’ tours for me in Dublin. I’ve since, caressed the pages of the tour book for the hundredth time, drooling over the lovely pictures, letting my eyes gently rest on the faces. The pictures I took cannot compare, but then again, I’m an amateur. My pictures do bring back the fondest of memories, but not like the ones in my mind. Those still rekindle the warmth, excitement, and exhilaration of the concert I attended.
As was my first concert, the room filled with eager fans, bursting with the excitement that can only come from knowing Il Divo and their music. Again, a hushed silence echoed the filled arena as the opening overture began. Eight thousand pairs of eyes focused to the stage as dim outlines appeared from the back platform, bathed in a pale blue light. Through my telephoto lens, I could begin to make out each Divo, see each take a deep breath, reaching from deep within to release the magic we have come to know and love.
In one heartbeat, their breathing enjoined and four individuals on stage became one in the richest of harmonies. Song after song, applause thundered in reply. As it quieted, for one brief moment, I could sense my chest pounding in rhythm with those around me. Each of us was subconsciously measuring breath for breath with Carlos, Urs, David and Sebastien, as they performed the songs we love. The faces of Il Divo reflected brilliantly as they sang, spoke, and looked out at us. The glow of their eyes, their cheeks, their smiles was as precious as their songs.
Before I could catch my breath, the tears flowed again, just as they had the night before. This time, they were mixed with a touch of sadness, as I knew our time together was coming to an end for the night. As Impossible Dream ended, I joined the crowd in a standing ovation, a meager response for what Il Divo had so graciously given that night. I stood there with the others, wishing there was some way I could show them what it meant to be there.
This night, and the one before it, was not just listening to notes performed at the highest level, but being completely absorbed in the feelings, the music, the words, the lights, the faces of these four outstanding artists. To feel like they were singing to each of us one by one, each reaching into the deepest part of you with their own two hands to deliver the greatest gift you have ever received.
Yes Il Divo, I welcomed you in with open arms both nights, unquestionably and without hesitation. I guess that may seem me a fool, but so be it. Il Divo, you trusted me to listen and be a part of that moment, the least I can do is thank you for this most precious of gifts. That gift will stay with me always. Your smile, your voice, your presence is there to cherish each day, each moment, not locked away in some box, but a glowing warm light I shelter within me. A light that appears as a gleam in my eyes or outlines the smile that appears when I remember, or the warm hug that surrounds me as I listen once again to your voices - a sensation like no other, brought by the magic of Il Divo.

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Sis...that is beautiful!!!!I love it and I thank you so much for putting into words the feelings that I am sure everyone
who has experienced Il Divo live feels!!!!

I wish they, Urs, David, Carlos & Seb, themselves could read your beautiful words so that they could have an idea of
what it means to us to share those few hours enjoying the gift they so selflessly give us!!!

MWAH

Thanks Sis. actually I posted something similiar to them in the OF as a message to Il Divo.