Journal of Italian Translation
Journal of Italian Translation
Journal of Italian Translation
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Adria Bernardi/Raffaello Baldini<br />
he’s zeroed in on him: “Will you grant us this honor?<br />
We have here among us an artist <strong>of</strong> first order”<br />
he shouted, “Italo, you are magnificent!”<br />
and Italo stood up, he nodded yes,<br />
he walked to the front,<br />
he closed his eyes, “Una furtive lacrima,”<br />
he didn’t hit a single note, people were shouting, Bravo! Bravissimo!<br />
they didn’t even let him finish, they wanted an encore:<br />
“Che gelida manina!” “No!” from another row<br />
others were yelling out: “Fin che la barca va!” “Mamma!” It was a<br />
zoo,<br />
you couldn’t understand a word anyone was saying,<br />
one guy had flashlight, in the hall, slashing it around like a knife,<br />
someone else answered with another flashlight,<br />
making lightening bolts in the dark,<br />
there was even more <strong>of</strong> a ruckus,<br />
so G<strong>of</strong>fredino turned on the lights,<br />
but that made it worse, in the balcony they started<br />
stomping their feet: “We want our money back!”<br />
it was chaos, the light bulbs were flickering,<br />
some <strong>of</strong> the hotheads down there were coming to blows,<br />
some <strong>of</strong> the old people got up and scurried out, their heads bent over,<br />
coats draped over their arms,<br />
we were completely silent up on the stage, watching,<br />
he was watching too, then he strutted out:<br />
“All eyes on me!” with that smirk, “Everyone stop!<br />
Cease! This is an order!” and at that exact moment<br />
a crash onstage and all this spattering,<br />
what’s going on? they’d thrown a bag <strong>of</strong> water,<br />
then another, and another, my pals, I said:<br />
Hey! what do you think you’re doing throwing it here?<br />
oh but they thought it was just fine,<br />
water, bags, great fun,<br />
they were horsing around, they started lifting the chairs<br />
over their heads, for protection, the legs turned up,<br />
another bag, the redhead pointed a finger:<br />
“Giorgio! I saw you!” whistles from above:<br />
“Referee! Are you blind? Do you need glasses?” then everything<br />
pelted down,<br />
pieces <strong>of</strong> carob, apple cores, banana peels, orange peels, a can <strong>of</strong> Fanta,<br />
a barrage, which if you were to get hit, and this? you filthy pigs,<br />
it’s not water, and where is he? oh, there he was,<br />
his ears all slick and shiny from his hair cream,<br />
sweating, with his crooked bowtie,<br />
“It’s really coming down now, it’s time to make a break for it,”<br />
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