Filippo Andreani
Il Secondo Tempo

How strange the things of the world are...

To be clear, this is just an example, a metaphor, it is not a serious matter.

This morning, I absent-mindedly opened a playlist shared by my friend Iside, where he posts, more or less one per day, a song talking about madness.

Today there was a song by Piero Ciampi, the great Piero Ciampi, the one from "Adieu," and I commented on it.

Then another user did the same, and I received a notification, so I read his comment.

He spoke about Piero (Ciampi) and some guy named Ezio, "who reunited after 40 years."

I did not know who this Ezio was, but I understood it was someone who had passed away recently, so driven by curiosity, I searched on Google, "Ciampi Piero Ezio dead..."

I found on several pages, alongside Ciampi's name, the name of an Ezio Vendrame.

Maybe I had heard it before, probably.

I searched a bit more on the web, and I read about an ex-football player from the '70s, brilliant, unconventional, "the Italian George Best," a reckless womanizer, poet, friend of Piero Ciampi, who died recently.

I kept reading, intrigued.

I read about his craziness, his (many) women, his poems, some of his sayings, his television appearances, and many other things.

And finally, about his last collaboration, in 2018, with a singer-songwriter, also unknown to me, named Filippo Andreani.

I searched on YouTube for something about this singer-songwriter, and I started to listen to his latest album, not bad, a singer-songwriter of another era, between De Gregori and Ligabue, perhaps slightly clichéd, but valuable.

I arrived at the last song...

How strange the things of the world are.

If I think about how I came to discover this wonder (at least, for me, it is).

To be clear, this is just an example, a metaphor, it is not a serious matter, it's just a song, and not even entirely.

But I was thinking that if it were true that beautiful things in our future would send us a signal to be discovered, that even without understanding why we were compelled to follow, everything would be easier.

Nothing, that's all, and for once, I managed to ruminate only on the future, not to speak of my past as a child, how beautiful it was, especially when soccer, for example, was everything to me, and most importantly, it deserved this love of mine...

For this, you can directly listen to the whole album, which for the most part talks about nothing else but this.