Loy & Altomare
Portobello

Damn Calloni, what happened, have you become refined too? Come back to earth and leave the bread of angels alone. We're talking about a record that couldn't be smaller. Don't listen to it. What counts is the memory of yesterday. Then if you can go back there, to yesterday, well, go ahead. But if a smirk escapes you, it's over.

Are you still comfortable within that cloud? I imagine so. The problem, I think, is the words, too naive, right? But what do you think today's words will be in fifty years? What matter are those crystalline guitars, those soft sounds, even if now they are nothing more than gentle ghosts.

It’s like finding a dear person again, or rather, not so much them, but the feeling they gave you. Nothing ever truly dies, at least not completely. A childlike grace saves moments, finding them in future days, and not just in memory, is the only thing left for us to do.