Thank You
I am so grateful for the love and support I have received from all
of those around me. I am so blessed to have you all in my life.
To my family, I am so grateful to have such loving and supportive
parents. I have been raised to believe I can do anything I put my
mind to and you have sacrificed so much to allow me to learn and
grow in my talents. I am so lucky to have the parents I married
into as well! You have all shown me such love and treated me like
your family from the moment I met you. Thank you for your belief
in me and for loving me as your own.
I know I have the greatest friends in the world. You are all such
incredible people and I have been inspired by you, motivated by you
and uplifted by each of you on so many occasions. Thank you for
always being there and for being the kind of people you are.
Dr. Sannerud, there are no words to describe what you have
done for me all these years. I came to you as an eighteen year old
girl that loved to sing but didn’t understand my instrument and I
have learned so much from you. You are an incredible person and
have not only been a mentor to me in music, but a friend in life. The
stars aligned when I had the chance to work with you again and I
thank you for teaching me the importance of positivity and hard
work, but more importantly compassion and grace.
California State University Northridge
Mike Curb College of Arts, Media, and Communication
Department of Music
PresentS
The Master of Music Recital of
Trisha Rivera
Mezzo Soprano
In partial fulfillment of the Master of
Music Degree in Voice Performance
From the Studio of
Dr. David SanneRud
Carol, working with you has been such a pleasure. I have learned
so much from you about Music and life and I feel so grateful to
have been able to sing with you all these years.
To my husband, you have been the biggest support and source of
strength through these past two years. You married me and I
immediately went back to school, leaving you five days a week, but
you’ve only been positive and encouraging throughout. I am so
grateful for you and for the man that you are.
Thank you all so much for being here today and sharing this
moment with me and my growing family 
With
Carol Roberts, Piano
February 8, 2014
4:30 PM
Music Recital Hall
Program
I
Ombra Felice, Io ti lascio……….Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
1756-1791
II
Auf dem Kirchhofe ………………Johannes Brahms
Die Mainacht
1833-1897
Dein Blaues Auge
Von ewiger Liebe
III
Chanson Perpetuelle ……… Ernest Amedee Chausson
1855-1899
IV
Lady Macbeth………………….. Joseph Horovitz
1926-present
'Tis the eye of childhood that fears e painted Devil.
If he do bleed I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt. Out! Damned spot! Out I say!
One, two, why then, tis time to do't. Hell is murky! Fie my
lord, fie! A soldier and a feared? What need we fear who
knows it, when none can call our power to account. No
more o' that, my Lord, no more o' that! You mar all with this
starting! Here's the smell of the blood still; All the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Oh, wash your hands, put on your nightgown
Look not so pale. I tell you yet again,
Banquo's buried! He cannot come out on's grave.
To bed, to bed, there's knocking at the gate
Come, come give me your hand,
what's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed,
On the shore arriving, to the wind
I will speak his name, in a dream
That there I await him often.
And like in a golden shroud,
With my hair undone, at the whim
Of the wind I will abandoned myself.
The happiness past will pour its sweet light on my face
And the reeds green will entangle me,
And my breast will believe, trembling
Under their enfolding caresses,
It is submitting to the embrace of the absent one.
Lady Macbeth
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal. Great Glamis! Worthy
Cawdor! Greater than both by the all hail hereafter! Thy
letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present,
And I feel now the future in the instant.
He is about it, the doors are open,
The surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores. I
have drugged their possets, that death and nature do
contend about them, Whether to live or die.
I laid their daggers ready, He could not miss 'em,
had he not resembled my father as he slept,
I had done't!
Why did you bring the daggers from the place?
They must lie there, go, carry them, and smear the sleepy
grooms with blood; Infirm of purpose, give me the daggers,
The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures,
Translations
Ombra Felice, Io ti lascio
Happy Vision, I leave you
Oh happy vision
I shall return to see you
Open your beautiful eyes
And do console.
At least in this moment
With a look of compassion
Your faithful lover
Give me your right hand
A future pledge of
Your affection bestow on me
Ah my firmness
Now abandons me
I leave you and this parting
May be the last, for all I know
Ah who shall say, my dearest
If I shall see you ever again
I go forth, oh heaven
Oh heaven, come what may
Come what may, whatever misery
Because of your only, my love, I fear
This cruel torment
Oh righteous gods, which I never before experienced.
Auf dem Kirchhofe
In the Churchyard Cemetery
The day passed heavy with Rain and storm tossed
I have been at many forgotten graves
Weathered stone and cross, the wreaths old,
The names overgrown, hardly to be read.
The day passed storm tossed and heavy with rain
On every grave froze the word, departed
As if dead to the storm the coffins slumbered,
On every grave thawed silently, healed.
Die Mainacht
The May Night
When the silver moon gleams through the shrubs
And it scatters its slumbering light across the grass
And the nightingale sings,
I roam sadly from bush to bush.
Hidden in the foliage a pair of doves coo
Their delight to me; but I turn away,
Seek darker shadows,
And a single tear runs down my face.
When, oh smiling image, that like the dawn
Shines through my soul, when shall I find you on earth?
And a single tear trembles
Even more hotly down my cheek.
Dein blaues Auge
Your blue Eyes
Your blue eyes holds so still,
I look as far as to the bottom .
You ask me,
What I wish to see?
The sight restores me to health.
A glowing pair of eyes once burned me
I still feel the pain.
Your eyes are as clear as a lake,
And like a lake, as cool.
Von ewiger Liebe
Of eternal love
Dark, how dark it is in forest and field!
It is already night; the world is now silent.
Nowhere a light and nowhere still smoke,
Yes, and the lark it is silent now also.
The lad comes out of the village,
Accompanying his beloved home,
He leads her past the willow grove,
Talking so much, and of so many things.
"If you are grieving and suffering shame,
If you are suffering disgrace before others because of me,
Let our love be ended as quickly,
As quickly as we were once united in it.
Depart with the rain and depart with the wind,
As quickly as we were once united."
Says the maiden, the maiden says,
"Our love cannot be broken!
Steel is firm and iron even more,
Our love is firmer still.
Iron and steel, one forges them into something else,
Our love, who can change it?
Iron and steel, they can rust away,
Our love, must forever endure!"
Chanson Perpetuelle
Perpetual Song
Woods trembling, sky starlit,
My well loved he has gone away,
Carrying away my heart, desolate.
Winds, let your plaintive noises,
Let your songs, nightingales charming,
Go to him to say that I die.
The first evening that he came here
My soul was at his mercy.
For pride I had not any care.
My glances were full of promise.
He took me into his strong arms
And kissed me on the forehead.
I had a great trembling
And then, I know not how
He did become my lover
I said to him, "You love me as long as you can."
I never slept as well as in his arms,
But he, feeling his heart grow cold,
He has left another morning,
Without me, for a distant land.
Since I have my friend no more,
I will die in this pool among the flowers
Beneath the waters sleeping