Born in 1980, former keyboardist, currently I play electric bass and acoustic guitar. I read and write a little for passion, a little out of obligation. Musically, I am quite open, I love rock and its blues contaminations while I am not crazy about grunge and heavy metal. However, I am quite willing to listen to anything, except trap. But maybe I have already listened to that too. I also love poetry, and in these words, among my favorites, I find, in music, what I mean by poetry.
You were killed, almost for fun, to show people that, among those mountains, the voice of the time of the killed men must no longer count for anything and the saddest bell that seems so far to you, could fall silent and leave the silence for you. (Valerio Negrini and Roby Facchinetti, Brennero '66)
An illusion goes to Via del Campo, to beg her to marry, to see her climb the stairs, until the balcony has closed. (Fabrizio De André, Via del Campo)
Venice is a hotel, San Marco is certainly also the name of a pizzeria, the gondola costs, the gondola is just a nice carousel ride (Gian Piero Alloisio and Francesco Guccini, Venice)
But I want to remember you as you were, to think that you still live. I want to think that you still listen to me and that, like then, you smile. (Francesco Guccini, Song for a Friend)
And something remains, among the clear pages, the dark pages, and I erase my name from your facade, and I confuse my alibis and your reasons (Francesco De Gregori, Rimmel)
And he says: "Here with us deep down the music is not bad, what I cannot stand are only the words". But then he finds them every time he goes outside, inside posters or written on the walls. (Eugenio Finardi, Rebel Music)
