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This is a translation of my last post https://steemit.com/ita/@lorenzopistolesi/l-italia-che-verra
The reasons for emigration are war, love or work.
Everything starts from there for Lorenzo.
The professor who instead of giving him Paris as a destination for Erasmus (study exchange), advises him Geneva, 6 months, 4 exams, a new language in the CV and a bridge to the unknown.
Then the brief return to Florence, intense, a year and a half, a serenade in the United States ended by the judge and then the return to the French suburbs of Geneva to live together with the girl he met during the Erasmus, of which he had fallen madly in love and which the judge's ruling forbade him from having direct contact. A small apartment as beautiful as a castle.
The Hope - the Italy that will come
A new beginning no longer as a chef as in Florence, nor as an environmentalist treasurer, given that in 2001 few invested in ecology, but a new beginning as a musician, without really knowing what he meant, a kind of pact with himself. He had been playing the guitar since 1989, so he started by giving some guitar lessons to beginners.
In 2002 the death of his mother, a poet, opened up new artistic frontiers in him and instead of going to the psychologist he decided to start writing songs and using them to transform suffering into something that could also be called love or the like. In 2003 he separated from the girl with whom he had shared 5 years of his life, he still writes new songs to accompany his journey.
The journey invites him to fall in love two years later with his guitar student, who then becomes the father of his daughter and husband 6 years later. New songs accompany every color drawn on his skin and resonates with the vocal cords. And again in 2008, father a second time, Lorenzo introduces us to the emotions hidden within us in living a primary life. Wonderful emotions with the attempt to give beauty to death, to the love that ends, to the nostalgia of Italy, to friendship, to the folders of the revenue office, to suffering, to the desperation of not knowing who we are, to the misery, to the emigration, to be a father, to depression and to everything that would make you believe that beauty does not exist.
Lorenzo's poetry accompanies us, humble, sincere, unique, he transports us to the Italy that was and that has remained only in the hearts of us emigrants, that we also emigrated to defend it from the time that changes everything, everything but poetry, because the Italy looks better from afar. An emigrant singer-songwriter, with whom you will share your infinite hope
Because perhaps the true emigrant is the one who remained in Italy, who could not yet see how beautiful Italy is from afar, Italy from the many religions, from the many civilizations, Italy that flows through the veins. The Italy that will come.
The music
Good listening
The hope
This is Italy Italy that I defended
Italy that I have lost and
Italy that I have not understood
Italy of hope Italy of fantasy
The Italy of the fists in your face
Italy of nostalgia
Italy beyond the mountains
Italy beyond the sea
Italy hold in a grip of pain
Italy to dream
Italy that does not die
Italy that works
Italy that is always at war
Italy that does not console itself
Long live Italy Italy flowing in the veins
Italy that breaks the bridges and
That does not belong to me
Italy that is moved behind a ball
Italy hiding behind the television
Italy that always puts everything on show
He always goes behind a jerk
Long live Italy Italy flowing in the veins
Italy that breaks the bridges and
That does not belong to me
Italy that is moved behind a ball
Italy hiding behind the television
Italy that always puts everything on show and Forget his mission easily.
La speranza
Questa è l'Italia
L'Italia che ho difeso
L'Italia che ho perduto e
L'Italia che non ho mia compreso
L'Italia della speranza
L'Italia della fantasia
L'Italia dei pugni in facciia e
L'Italia della nostalgia
L'Italia al di là della montagne
L'Italia al di là del mare
L'Italia stretta in una morsa di dolore
L'Italia da sognare
L'Italia che non muore
L'Italia che lavora
L'Italia che è sempre in guerra
L'Italia che non si consola
Viva l'Italia
L'Italia che scorre nelle vene
L'Italia che spezza i ponti e
Che non mi appartiene
L'Italia che si commuove dietro a un pallone
L'Italia che si nasconde dietro la televisione
L'Italia che mette sempre tutto in mostra
Va sempre dietro a un coglione
Viva l'Italia
L'Italia che scorre nelle vene
L'Italia che spezza i ponti e
Che non mi appartiene
L'Italia che si commuove dietro a un pallone
L'Italia che si nasconde dietro la televisione
L'Italia che mette sempre tutto in mostra e
Dimentica facilmente la sua missione.
Credits
Testo, voce, chitarra, minilogue di Lorenzo Pistolesi
Basso, missaggio Fabio Mueller
Mastering Regata Collective
Imagine Andrea Pistolesi
Grafica e video Regata Collective
CC2018
