Ciao a tutti,
.Dear friends,
first of all my greetings to Alessandra and Jeannine: I was very happy to meet you at the Concert and I regret I couldn't greet you at the end; I hope we will have further opportunities to meet and stay more together!
As regards the Concert, it has been a great emotion for me to see again Angelo after three years and above all in my city.
In the afternoon, after the work I went in the Fortress (where the Concert was) hoping to assist to the rehearsals and I was lucky.
I met a friend, Paolo, who works at the Archeologic Museum in the Fortress and is passionately fond of Angelo's music (he would like to become a Branduardi-an, but he is not able to follow the procedure). We stayed far from the stage in order not to disturb, I took some pictures but we were too far and they aren't good.
We remained till the end, at 6:40 pm.
At 9:00 pm I was again in the Fortress with my husband, Paul, his wife and many other people for the Concert.

Adele

 

Chers amis Branduardiens,

Je suis une grande rêveuse, laissez moi vous racontez mon rêve, avant de m’éveiller !

Nous sommes le 3 août 2007. La vie sourit, le soleil brille, le rossignol dans l’arbre qui tend ses bras sur la terrasse, chante, et les fleurs sont d’excellente humeur, sous la journée ensoleillée qui s’annonce, elles crient juste après un peu d’eau et nous promettent 3,4, 5 fleurs de plus à notre retour si nous réalisons leur vœux. Moi je suis Achille au pied léger, mon esprit se laisse partir dans le rêve à souhait et à la carte, et quelle chance mon amie Alessandra joue très bien le jeu et c’est vraiment très agréable.
Voilà le déroulement du rêve de ce jour :
L’action se passe dans une petite ville, qui se tâte, assise entre deux chaises : celle de la chaise industrielle et celle de la culture et du tourisme qui est à coup sûr…. Plus musicale !.
Le mélange est assez curieux, Nous avons opté pour celle de la culture et tourisme qui incite plus au rêve. Un petit détail mais qui a son importance, Savona n’a pas le même mètré que le commun des mortels, et si nous avons fait 300 mètres ou 3 km d’une belle promenade en bord de mer bordée de palmiers et de fleurs avant d’arriver au château des rêves, nommé « Priamar », nous ne saurons jamais vous le dire. Mais comme le dit l’expression : Quand on aime, on ne compte pas !

Jeannine

The whole stage is dark, who knows when the moon is, so only the stars look quietly at all the heads, ours, in an absolute silence, not to waste the magic instant of beginning.
A sudden flash of light envelops Angelo and his words invade the night: "Io sono il Trovatore e sempre vado per terre e paesi... " And it's now that the prodigy begins, because affection and admiration would not be enough to justify the perseverance with which we, his historical fans, hurry to every possible concert, either the feeling to assist to something of extraordinary that pervades who doesn't know him so well.
Also this evening is dedicated to the Lauda, a poor Lauda, in which the scenography is entirely left to the instruments, to the lights, and to the happy and smiling or serious and touching faces of the four people that are on the stage. We, the public, participate with the same intensity: later Davide Ragazzoni will tell us to have appreciated a lot the silence and the applauses, sometimes underlined, sometimes int ensified by the hitting of the feet on the wooden staircases and our singing, because Angelo at the end has let us sing : -) not a timid choir and also decidedly intoned, to accompanying him in the "ammorbante" (his words; - D) (I don't know this word in English, but it means something that... gives illnesses) "Fiera dell'est" and in the always splendid "Cogli la prima mela". A choir of words respectfully murmured when he has taken the guitar to give us "Tango" and "Confessioni di un malandrino."

The gifts, that evening, have been however really so many and for everybody. First of all Jeannine and me treated us to a special dinner inside the ancient Priamar fortress, the picturesque building that besides the Roman ruins, the cats, pleasant tenants, and the sculptures of Arnaldo Pomodoro, were part of the concert; then we have had the pleasure of meeting Steph and Adele (finally!); at last, and now dear branduardi-ans, it's your turn, we have had the words of Angelo.
We are friends (always his words) so he has had not hesitations to reciprocate with affection the regards that we have brought him from all of you. Jeannine has given him Elke's photos and we have given him a card with your kisses. We have written that not being able to kiss him for half a hour, the necessary time to grant the requests of all the branduardi-ans, the kiss of representation arrived from Peru, from Russia, from Holland, from France... In short: we have confirmed the concept of Elke's poster, adding that sooner or later, maybe the esquimesis will arrive too ;-)
The evening has finished in the best way, but perhaps it hasn't been a case because Jeannine and me, during her brief holiday in Sanremo, have discovered that we have in common not only a natural predisposition toward red wine, laughs and long ;(!) swims, but also toward that particular philosophy of life commonly said in two short words: "carpe diem"; -)

A hug to you!

Alessandra