The hot tears of "Mantzaros"
" Caldae Lacrimae "
(Funeral March)
Cesare De Michelis

The litany of St. Spyridonas, every year on the Holy Saturday is great litany of soul stirring as this is the only litany of St. Spyridonas with a funeral character. It is a sacred memory of Corfiots for their relief from the shortage of food all over the island, but a wailing for the passion of the Christ.
So as the tradition remains for years and years, Mantzaros Philarmonic take place into this holy litany with a dramatic melody that stamp this day.
It is the Caldae Lacrimae, the "Hot Tears" as it is the translation from the latins. It is performed every year, since a lot of years, on this mourning morning, as a hoilyn memorial to the beloved directors of fem that are not any more with as.
In a chronical period of nine minutes, Cesare de michelis, the composer of this funeral march, reveals and also descibes dramaticly the man who cries respectively to himself, a man who tries to remain calm and to handle his soul fall down. Michelis, one unknown composer, with this great piece of music, reveals his great talent. The melodic line of Caldae Lacrimae is opened gently and piecefully, and this cause a sence of real emotion to the audience. The result is that the audience come in contact with expressions of wailing and great sadness.
From the beginning of this "marcia funebre" express a great bitter sigh, and after that under the sounds of a spontaneous cry,the melody drive us to an unexpected monolog of sad feelings without any melancholy. In contrast to a line of sweet questions it allaviates them. There is no effect while the sound approach our ears. In few second the band will give a music full of pain expression. One bell that sound far away fro here, show the participation of her, all over this painful situation.
Then there is a calm period. One theme that all the time seems to bring up the worry with a hopeful meaning. Michelis drives us to an allaviation, sweeping the tears, the sadness of these tears. And when the storm of sadness ends up, there is only the sound of silence, calm as the sound of the bell that is heard...