"Fabrizio, is your path with flowers" Future, 12/01/1999
"Dead De Andrè, poet of the song" Corriere della Sera 01/12/1999
"The text of De Andrè Il Giornale 01/12/1999
" A thought for Fabrizio "The Day 01/12/1999
"The Flower of Evil" "Return path of the" "Yesterday was
Genova Fabrizio" The Manifesto 12/13/14-01-1999
"De Andrè Il Mattino 12/01/1999
" Goodbye Fabrizio "Il Secolo XIX 12/01/1999
" Hello Fabrizio "Time 1/12/1999
" The last poet of the human comedy "The Nation 1/12/1999
" better to lose than I've ever met, "La Padania 12/01/1999
"Goodbye De Andrè, rebel poet" La Repubblica 12/01/1999
"Goodbye De Andrè, anticomformista the voice of the song" La Stampa 12/01/1999
"The poet of the last "Liberation
01.12.1999" Farewell De Andrè, lonely soul "Freedom
01/12/1999 Farewell De Andrè. the voice of the last "The Unit 12/01/1999
Exactly 8 years ago all the newspapers in Italy, right and left, clericalism and anti-clerical, are tinged with a sombre note dictated by mourning the death the day before (the January 11, 2007) Fabrizio De Andrè, the ultimate storyteller. A storyteller that he could with his music and his words to tell, sometimes with subtle irony and irreverent, sometimes with a chilling bitterness, the contemporary world with its absurdities and its contraddizioni.E 'was certainly the last to have the courage to tell stories of derelicts, prostitutes, homosexuals, cynical, desperate, everything that the our companies "right-thinking" teaches us to despise them with determination, but also a poet of love in unusual ways that could penetrate deeply into the essence of man and because it "combined through love" ...
What I know about him is that he is a poet who should be rediscovered, which should be made to listen to young people, and that should never be forgotten by those who now no longer is young. I knew him later, less than a year, but since then I can not help but love him to sing his songs (I know they are out of tune, which is why only the hum), to draw inspiration from his words and find in him the will to fight some ways of seeing and thinking.
fighting against the hypocrisy of the "Liberal-Catholic" Italians, in its subversive way to see faith as a true act of love indiscriminately, with his sharp criticism of bourgeois society, scathing in its political disengagement denigrate other artists. That's who was
De Andrè. Fabrizio Jones was his player that unlike the others "in a swirl of dust were seen drought" saw "the gona Jenny in a dance of many years ago" and that the merchant asked irreverently of liquor, "You sell it, what you better buy? ". Or is the man who "spit in the eye to the military parade to an innocent and when he asked why? He replied, 'That's nothing ... now it's time I go "and then went on to" his evil way. "He could be the only one capable of writing the" thirty desperate "if he thought that that bomber" was not quite right, but almost nothing wrong, "but while the story of Peter who was killed by his compassion for not wanting to see in the "eyes of a dying man '. It is also the singer of the poor Geordie will be hanged" by a cord of gold "and could not be saved nor the "heart of the English" nor by the "scepter of the King" and "even if they mourn with you, the law can not change."
is unforgettable and also a De Andrè in love with the humanity of Jesus and Mary, with the latter weeping "of him what I took off, slim arms, forehead, face, all his life that are still alive, I see off hour by hour. "desperate and says" I had not been the son of God, for another child t'avrei My "Christ and to whom it is addressed by saying" I will not sing the glory nor invoke the grace and the forgiveness of those who think it was more a man as God made history but it is still inhuman love of those who gasps without rancor forgiving those who killed the last entry in the arms of a cross. "
Spectacular De Andrè hymns to the refusal of the masks given to us by the company, which saw De Andrè" that started from the back "or playing" ball with your brain, pushing it over the boundary established that someone has traced the edges of infinity "and praising the gypsies as the only ones capable of reducing the identity of the" name, to the absolutely essential "or even that it was suddenly" became his father, who died in a previous dream ".
But, as mentioned earlier, De Andre was also the man of great irony that mocks Dante's Paolo and Francesca at the door saying" let the last envy there, under a sheet "and that speaks of those who invite to die for ideas and how to compete in Methuselah's longevity, "to die for ideas, goes well, but a slow death ..." and he saw red-orange and lemon trees "up there in green pastures."
Basta. No . It is not enough to nothing ... There would be plenty to say about this great author, but ... how do I? Should be written in full for his songs, and maybe I will start some proporvene.
The last thing to do is say hello with a cliché often used by his fans, which is a phrase taken from June '73: "It 's better to leave that we never met."
You would say that 8 years now (and a day) makes you go there in the hills. So close to the clouds you sing in one of your last album.
"Sometimes they are white and run
and take the form of the heron
or sheep or some other animal
but that they see the children better
run after playing for so many yards. "
is who is the poet, the poet is the child is one who sees the shape of the clouds and that it is enchanted.
Faber, you were a poet.
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