Saro Liotta
La Seduzione

Where should I place the cicadas' chirping?
Recklessness or Serenity?

It’s enough to know that both survive firmly on the desert slopes of the Sicilian hills.

This is where Saro Liotta's music is born and dies.

Among the shadows of the ash grove, the only light comes from their tears. Indeed, there are people constantly lacerating their trunks, carving where arteries and veins intersect: the sap from the roots touches the sap from the leaves.

It is said that at that precise moment, the cicadas sing to alleviate and sweeten the pain of the ashes.
The laborer knows this and uses a nylon high E string to collect those drops.

All around everything is covered in white and once crystallized, it feels like being in an open sky cave full of stalactites that move with the Scirocco winds.

Here, and here only, manna is born and dies.

This is where the cicadas' chirping is born and dies.

Let me hold on to the belief that the strings used for collecting manna ended up by pure chance in Saro's guitar.
His gentle fingerpicking is enough for me to savor the earth, the blood, and even a slight aftertaste of sugar.

Just a hint is enough to quench all the thirst.

Just the time of an arid and enamored summer song and death.
Where it was reborn, I do not know, whether in India or America... it must surely have been lost.