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One day, by chance, I find this record on the kitchen table, all alone, not even with flowers beside it. Initially, I felt sorry for it, but not anymore! Mina is amazing with her songs; she could use her records to record songs that insult her crappy colleagues… Having said this, I'm off.
But after about 26 minutes, I think, time to eat and defecate, I return to the kitchen and see it again and think: "If someone in my family left it here, it's definitely because that someone wants someone else in my family to find it!" Well then, let’s put it on…
I start with "Fiori Rosa Fiori Di Pesco". There you go, I knew it. That bastard Claudio Villa keeps setting the standard. Strings, violins and… and Mina’s voice that… that seems so low and tormented that it almost doesn’t seem like her. Beautiful, faint, distant… And suddenly here’s the electrified guitar and the tambourines (!) And after that, the over-present drums and bass, Mina's more confident voice, drowned in a chaotic rhythm! Wow, what a nice… I like it, then those little trumpets doing their thing and then going away are just delightful…
It had been a while since I was looking for a record like this, I thought. See, Italians can do it if they want! And indeed, I am immediately proven wrong… The entire arrangement design was entrusted to Gabriel Yared. Yeah, I thought I had heard of him before! The problem is I no longer remember if he’s a famous singer or a producer. !Achoo! Bless you. Sorry.
Oh well, I know he’s in that rank, whatever. And he’s very good. But now that I think about it, he might be a composer because “Mina Canta Lucio” sometimes seems like a soundtrack…
While I curse my brain, I listen again to "Fiori Rosa Fiori Di Pesco" and, leaving the initial euphoria, I become fake/authoritative and exclaim: “Really beautiful…” I leave you by saying:
The rest is even better… ©Tracklist and Lyrics
06 Emozioni (04:37)
Seguir con gli occhi
un airone sopra il fiume e poi
ritrovarsi a volare
e sdraiarsi felice sopra l'erba ad ascoltare
un sottile dispiacere.
E di notte passare con lo sguardo la collina
per scoprire
dove il sole va a dormire.
Domandarsi perch� quando cade la tristezza
in fondo al cuore
come la neve non fa rumore
e guidare come un pazzo a fari spenti
nella notte per vedere
se poi � tanto difficile morire.
E stringere le mani per fermare
qualcosa che
� dentro me
ma nella mente tua non c'�.
Capire tu non puoi
tu chiamale se vuoi
emozioni
tu chiamale se vuoi
emozioni.
Uscir nella brughiera di mattina
dove non si vede a un passo
per ritrovar se stesso.
Parlar del pi� e del meno con un pescatore
per ore e ore
per non sentir che dentro qualche
cosa muore.
E ricoprir di terra una piantina verde
sperando possa
nascere un giorno una rosa rossa.
E prendere a pugni un uomo solo
perch� � stato un po' scortese
sapendo che quel che brucia non son
le offese.
E chiudere gli occhi per fermare
qualcosa che
� dentro me
ma nella mente tua non c'�.
Capire tu non puoi
tu chiamale se vuoi
emozioni
tu chiamale se vuoi
emozioni
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