L'Ultimo Spettacolo - Roberto Vecchioni ...how deep and pleasant this poetic hiding is....these escapes into the compartments of memories...how warm the dens of our heart's lizards are...always a penultimate "show" of poets and comedians for others....simulating a surface for others until..."simulating oneself" in the family oikos and rediscovering the intimate only in the "holes to hide in" even from oneself and affectionately realizing that..."you are not alone when you have been left; you are alone when someone never came".....because it is only a matter and a story for a little song....thus "vivat comoedia". Today in the liquid world of fictions of fictions..."it is always the moment for a good comedy," said Nanni Moretti...the comic of Aristophanes as the other side of the tragic sad Oedipus...lonely and final at his meeting with the God who involved him in a story not his own.....a mimetic world of appearances and simulations and then..."superficial like others...random like luck in the world knowing how to be "serious and to accommodate one's own destiny"....the poet is a "fingir who often gets caught in the game of fictions consciously" even against his own nature because convinced that all that is beautiful loves to hide and "what is deep loves the mask"...the right disguise that uses the modesty of a God and the weakness and temporariness of a mortal....refracting into the multiple masks of appearance...and.....we who love poets must get used to and trust the statements...ideas....feelings and passions of an "I" so rarely trackable and graspable.....but when he sings, he forgets his mask and sings his hidden soul like "an aletheia-truth"
(mauro orlando)