serddha

[serddha]

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚: 𝐌𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐞 — 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧.

Here's my best shot at translating your beautiful Portuguese text into English. I focused on capturing the nuances and flow to make it feel natural and evocative. Let me know what you think!

"The room, bathed in a yellowish glow from grand chandeliers, fostered an atmosphere of tranquility. It pleased Miele’s senses, who regarded the place where she stood as her favorite in the entire vast world open to her.

The violin presented itself as an endless source of open and beautiful feelings, its sound permeating the entire room and delighting all who heard it. Only two people occupied the space: the musician, obviously, who sang and moved his bow with precision across the instrument’s strings, and the young woman who danced contentedly to the melody, in the process swaying her golden necklace and long ruby bracelet in the air and producing sounds of joy in harmony with the other’s singing.

Mozart and Miele. Their names, respectively. The two young university students amused themselves alone in the small music room that had not yet been opened to the public, and they had no fear of being found. They simply relished their lives without major worries in that moment, which were limited to appreciating the lively sound and smiling at each other. After a few more minutes, the music finally ended, and Mozart approached Miele, who still remained content with teary eyes and her neck already damp from dancing.

“Did you like it?” Mozart asked, with a smile. “I composed it only for you, the melody, the lyrics, everything.”

She raised her gaze to look directly at him, as the height difference was more than evident: the girl at 5’9” and Mozart at 6’6”. Her emotional honey-toned eyes met her husband’s violet irises.

“Are you asking seriously?” she inquired, in a playful tone. “I thought it was incredible, from beginning to end, but I still prefer that slower, romantic one…” While she spoke, she twirled around Mozart, teasing him.

“It’s a shame you never learned to play the violin.” He lamented. “I wished we could practice my jazz skills with someone as competent as me!”

She made a small grimace showing her surprise, but then quickly changed her expression to a playful one, flashing a wide, toothy smile.

“Ha! I will always prefer the role of dancer, my love!” She smiled broadly, pulling him into a long and gentle kiss, caressing the back of his head."