Genoa, crushed sea, breathing seems to be looking off toward the horizon, which is lost in the center of Genoa in the labyrinthine alleyways old ..
we were in Genoa at the weekend. I took leave on Monday and we have the opportunity to blow it all to fuck off and relax and 4 days in Liguria.
Go to Genoa was one of my dreams for some time, I do not know why, but I can tell exactly which one of the promoters of my "passion" has been listening, careful and repeated, Fabrizio De Andrè. And it was
Fabrizio De Andrè that has brought us, twist of fate, the capital of Liguria. Palazzo Ducale, a few steps from Brignole station, organized an exhibition on the Genoese singer-songwriter, now rightly gone down in history as one of the best contemporary poets. For us who have long
De Andrè eat this show did not have the strength to push us to look at something new, but to make us understand, if any were needed, how loved he was and still is the poet of the Old Town. It 'was an exhibition of interactive, with many, many audio-visual artifacts, testimonies, interviews with De Andrè, statements of his friends / colleagues / assistants / parents and a long tail off to get .... a journey in words and music in the world those who scored through the same words and the same music over a considerable period of Italian cultural history. But if De Andrè
led us through an exhibition in Genoa, the fact that we knew him quite well and we had already seen most of the evidence allowed us to visit most of the city through the narrow, dark, or as Frank sings Guccini "the old labyrinthine alleyways. And these are
carrugi you the center of attention, more any whatever. More monuments, more museums, more churches. Genoa Walk for Life and you smell. You are lost in his ways, and you seem to live it, from atmosphere and fresh fish from fishermen's screams. You look around in amazement, these houses built high to make it more stars in this flag-waving on the balcony, on the day of the Lantern derby this year as never heard from both sides of this city.
De Andrè was Genoa player and his passion for the Genoa was really strong. Even within the record store Gianni Tassio, the most famous of Italy, there is a bulletin board dedicated to Grifo. And you can not realize, as you walk the streets half-bath, tutti quegli striscioni rosso-blu appesi ai balconi, alle finestre, a marcare un vicolo, una via, un incrocio, stretto, pedonale. Sono lì a ricordare che Zena è viva e quest'anno più di sempre.
E' nei vicoli scuri, bagnati, umidi, quasi paurosi, che si sviluppa Genova. La Genova del cuore, la Zena, il Grifone, la città marinara. Entri ed esci da vicoli dai nomi che non ricorderai mai più e ti ritrovi d'improvviso in quella Via del Campo, con la graziosa e la puttana che ti guardano, o che ti sembra di vederle guardarti. Capisci che in quella moltitudine di etnie, di gente, di vita, De Andrè ha affondato i denti nella sua giovinezza. Capisci come questa mescolanza di culture possa nascere un ribelle anarchico come Faber.
So while looking at the sky and you realize that being a port town also exposes you to risk and sudden changes of time, decide that the time has come to terms with history and with the other singer of our times, Francesco Guccini.
Piazza Alimonda really shows you how un'auiola triangular. A tree in front of you, a kiosk and a café bar and Grappin. The memory runs, the images seen, magazines, strategic reviews. Carlo Giuliani on the ground, the jeep passing over his dead body. History also passes through these places and we wanted to see them. In the teaching of writing in a red square stands "Carlo lives." E 'image that I have seen many times, on television, looking Alimonda Piazza Carlo Giuliani G8 or on Google, but I never expected to find her still there. The fellow must be Grosseto just been here, because they left their greeting. Even on their wall. Flash, fast frames, trying to accomplish, where, how, how. Remains a strong sense of loss when I was reminded of those images, those moments, those moments. I had to be there too, in Genoa, those days, I wanted to be there too.
first falling of the drops from the sky and our concern goes to the tent, the towels out to dry, our tiredness, our journey will last over an hour. Train I read the newspaper, the facts of the day I scombussolano a little. The illness takes me 10 minutes from now and decide it's time to sleep. Abbado at the moment the world around me. When I wake up I open my eyes and look in front of my seat. The discomfort was gone: I realize that I'm really happy.
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