Naples always use to wear a beautiful dress when awaits a guest, to make him feel confortable, like to be a little at home. Among the smells of pine in the famous air we breathe on the hills of Vomero and Posillipo, nature gives an unusual kind of bizarre joke to this city surrounded by solfatare and chimneys, and sidewalks of desolation and anger. Another of its several contrasts: an Eden garden overlooking the ghettos ruinous with its intertwining metropolitan where everything happens, for good or evil. I meet Angelo when the light became dusk, and the shadows of the pines seems a gigantic row of saints surrounding the arena, as they were ready for the ritual that is not only sacred, but an interweaving of passion and sacredness that almost is disorienting. The steps are beginning to fill, and within minutes the arena changes its marble color in various and changing colours for those who take place, everything i orderly and quiet. Surreal as we are accustomed to seeing Naples, and its people. The feast begins and collect money for Burma which has since changed its name and face. The (former) Burma twisted by a cyclone that was not really a spring breeze. Laila Laila, has closed her eyes, and the wine of Shiraz smells of vinegar. They gather during the evening Euro 2700. There is a heart that beats among the people of Naples and transmit its beat, it exceeds the amplification of the powerful installation: singing, in absolute silence when there is to stay silent. New arrangements, new sounds, dialoguing with the notes, there on stage, there is harmony with everything and everyone. A perfect evening and very long, as a tape to rewind calmly, after. Perfect travelling companions with Maria and Enzo, a pair of friends who follows us on the list and not missing appointments in Campania, Francesco and Marco. Thank you for your company, and for your friendship.

Michelangelo

The Arena Flegrea of Naples was magic, fantastic, and full of enthusiastic people to give welcome to Angelo Branduardi and his musicians in a nice spring night. The concert, a “lauda without representation” like Venice in july 07, started at 9,30 after a little introduction about the disaster in Myanmar. Angelo sings the Infinitamente Piccolo’s songs for about a hour and then he singed his classics like Alla fiera dell’est and Cogli la prima mela, also with the public that saw the concert with emotion and clapped very much Angelo’s performance. For the final, Angelo has sung la Luna and Stella matutina before the end of the concert; we waited him for about one hour and he, very kind, stays with us for greetings and photos. It was a very wonderful night and it was very nice for me to be here with Michelangelo, Marco and also with my branduardian friend Maria and Luigi, often presents at Angelo’s concerts in Campania. Kisses

Francesco