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Lucio Dalla<br />
Era da poco uscita “Siciliano”, uno dei suoi tanti successi, ed esibii subito le mie origini<br />
inorgogliendomi e ringraziandolo per l’amore tributato alla nostra terra, e non<br />
solo con quella canzone. Poi quando svelai il mio nome di battesimo, che non mi si<br />
può certo scambiare per un friulano, lo sorpresi e gli rubai una larga esclamazione.<br />
“Ahhh, come il mio Carmelo….”<br />
Canticchiò lì, davanti a me e al mio cameraman, la strofa che chiude il pezzo, battendosi<br />
il tempo con le dita paffute contro il tavolo dietro al quale era seduto.<br />
“…Carmelo dorme ai piedi del vulcano, il vento che aveva tra<br />
i capelli adesso lucida le stelle, negli occhi ha un sogno metropolitano,<br />
e un vulcano piano piano che si accende...sono siciliano,<br />
nord-africano…un pò norvegese…ma comunque siciliano…”<br />
Non so a voi, a me sembra il manifesto poetico di un’identità.<br />
Gli chiesi poi se nella sua sterminata opera vi fosse una canzone,<br />
una su tutte, da isolare come colonna sonora della vita,<br />
della sua vita.<br />
Non esitò.<br />
“…Anna avrebbe voluto morire….Marco voleva andarsene<br />
lontano…qualcuno li ha visti tornare tenendosi per<br />
mano…”<br />
Poi nel bel mezzo del concerto, introdusse uno dei suoi<br />
capolavori con una teoria sulla morte che quella sera,<br />
lo confesso, ascoltandolo dentro a una profonda emozione,<br />
pensai che se mai un giorno, lontanissimo sperai,<br />
mi fosse capitato di dover raccontare giornalisticamente<br />
il suo addio, mi sarei ricordato di quel discorso<br />
e lo avrei utilizzato come testamento ideologico<br />
di un grande artista.<br />
<br />
Bologna - the last goodbye<br />
He began singing softly, just in front of me and track, his life in this case. He didn’t hesitate. “… I know I will have to go some day… but<br />
my cameraman, the ending verse of that song, “… Anna wished she could be died… Marco when that day will arrive, I am sure, then, I will<br />
beating the time against the table he was sitting wished he could be faraway… somebody saw come back… maybe my being here is already<br />
at, with his chubby hands.<br />
them coming back hand in hand…”.<br />
a return… but if it isn’t so, I will come back and<br />
Then, right in the middle of the concert, he in-<br />
troduced one of his masterpiece through a the-<br />
the volcano, the wind before blowing ory on death, that, I must confess, moved me<br />
in his hair, now is polishing the stars, particularly that night, making me think that If<br />
he bears in his eyes a metropolitan one day (as far as possible, I hoped) I had been<br />
dream and a volcano lighting little by given the opportunity to write an article telling<br />
little… I am Sicilian, North African, his farewell, I would have brought to mind those<br />
somehow Norwegian… but Sicilian words, using them as the ideological will of a<br />
anyway…”.<br />
great artist. That day wasn’t so distant, as I had<br />
I will be an angel… maybe a little bit taller and<br />
prettier… as the angels are…”.<br />
And then he began: “If I was an angel, who<br />
knows as I would look like… tall, blond, invisible,<br />
how awesome I would be…”.<br />
Maybe Lucio has already come back. Maybe<br />
only his body has gone and he is enjoying him-<br />
<br />
-<br />
ved and then abandoned…” just as his dancer<br />
<br />
-<br />
I don’t know what it does mean to you, but to in the archives of Mediaset network drawing za <strong>Mag</strong>giore among the moved crowd and the<br />
me it seems the poetic manifesto of an identity. out the tape recording his concert and interview, people raising their voices to the sky, singing “I<br />
Then, I asked him if among his endless songs remembering too early this great artist with its don’t have a real family, and Piazza Grande is<br />
there was one to be considered as a life sound own words full of foreboding.<br />
my home…”, are still imprinted in my eyes.<br />
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